Page 40 of Billionaire's Desire
Hilda looks to her left then to her right before leaning in conspiratorially, “She needed the day off.”
Again, with the vague fucking answers.
“Hilda,” I whisper, my emotions quickly turning from worry to frustration, “Just tell me she is okay.”
There is a small crinkle at the corner of her lips as she replies, “She will be. I will make sure she is.”
I am confused by her answer, and if it was not so frowned upon, I even entertain the idea of shaking the answers out of her.
“Hilda!”
She glances around again, “Look, Mr. Cole. According to the supervisor, she is unwell, and taking a sick day. But between you and me, she is sleeping in because she needs it, and then we are going dancing later.”
“Dancing?” I ask incredulously. That was not where I thought that conversation was going to go.
“Yeah. Ebony.”
“Ebony?”
“Ebony? You know?” Hilda repeats, as if that is the quickfire way of making sure I knew what she was talking about.
She must sense my confusion because she quickly adds, “The nightclub on shore. She is actually probably already waiting for me.”
Oh, right? I need to wrap this little interrogation up.
“Thank you, Hilda.”
“You’re welcome.” She beams at me, before pushing the cart and walking away.
I walk back into my cabin and try to distract myself with thoughts of work, or reports, of basically anything other than Maggie, but my efforts are futile.
I am like a starving man. I want to see her tonight. I need to.
Hilda made it pretty clear that something was going on with Maggie, and no matter how hard I try to ignore that, I simply cannot.
I try to eat the food set up for me, but it all tastes bland and boring.
Fuck it!
I pace around my room for a few minutes.
“There is absolutely no reason why I can’t go to a nightclub to grab a drink. That’s a pretty normal thing. If I happen to run into Maggie, then that would be coincidence.”
I know I am lying to myself even as I repeat the internal dialogue in my head.
It runs on a loop as I undress, take a shower and get dressed.
I am just going to check out the place, maybe grab a drink or two and then head back to this cabin.
Maybe I won’t even run into anyone I know.
Like Maggie.
Or maybe, I get to see her.
The thought causes my heart to race.
I hope I do get to see her.
