Page 6 of Billionaire's Fantasy
She is gorgeous, I can admit that. Something about her tall legs and her curvy ass. She walks gracefully, yet confident. Her movements are fluid and effortless as if she is gliding across the floor. But she is also a spoiled little girl. I know for a fact that her dad is paying her rent.
What kind of a job is an influencer?
The thought makes me want to roll my eyes again.
I wonder how my friends would react. What would they think about this bubbly girl who makes a living posting pictures and videos, while we were out there, in the trenches, marching troops, and keeping our country safe? They would probably laugh their asses off, those of them who could still find humor in the mundanity that is her life.
The thought flares bitterness in me. I don’t want to think about my time serving, not after… not after everything.
Amber is Amber, and I am Jackson. We are completely different people, living absolutely different lives. This is me, just doing a job. It does not have to be more complicated than that. I can stay away from her, let her record her silly little videos, and then fly her to the next destination. It’s just going to be a couple of weeks, anyway.
“Okay, Liv,” I say, turning to her. “Let’s get this show on the road.”
Olivia grins at me, her eyes sparkling. “You got it, Captain,” she says, giving me a mock salute.
***
As I step into the resort lobby, I feel some exhaustion from the long flight.
We approach the check-in counter where a friendly receptionist greets us with a smile. Olivia’s face lights up, and she greets the receptionist like an old friend. “Hi, there! We’re checking in for the night.”
The receptionist takes our details and starts typing on the computer. “Great, I got your reservations here... Would you like a room with a view of the pool or the ocean?”
Olivia jumps in excitedly. “Ooh, let’s get rooms with a view of the pool!”
I roll my eyes at her enthusiasm, but I have to admit, the thought of a view does seem appealing. “Sure, pool view it is,” I say, trying to hide the hint of a smile.
As the receptionist hands each of us our room keys, I notice the parade of people walking around in bikinis. I glance over at Olivia, who seems to be enjoying the view just as much as everyone else. “This place is definitely not for the prudish,” I mutter under my breath.
We make our way to my room first, and as soon as we step in, Olivia starts bouncing around like a kid in a candy store. “Oh my gosh, this place is amazing! It reminds me of that place in Dubai, remember?” she exclaims, taking in the spacious room with its comfortable king-sized bed and modern furnishings. “If my room doesn’t look exactly like yours, I am rioting,” she adds.
I feel a twinge of jealousy at Olivia’s upbeat demeanor. “Nothing will ever beat that view, Liv, but I guess this is not too bad. And if your room doesn’t look exactly like this, you can take mine,” I say nonchalantly, trying to mask my excitement at the luxurious amenities. I am not too enthusiastic, but I am not going to lie, this sure beats my cabin in the woods.
The women in all their skimpy bikinis are a definite plus.
As we settle in, I can see the shimmering blue waters through the window. I walk over to the balcony to get a closer look, and I hear Olivia following behind me.
“Wow, Jackson, your room has the best view!” she exclaims, looking out at the pool with awe.
I lean against the balcony railing and let out a deep sigh. “Yeah, I guess it’s not bad,” I say, trying to sound uninterested.
“I wonder what Amber’s room looks like,” she continued.
At the mention of her name, my blood immediately roars to life. “What? Why?”
She looks at me a little confused. “Nothing, just curious what her view is like.”
What is it about this goddamn woman? Why did the mere mention of her name stir me up so fast? I must admit that she is beautiful and I’m drawn to her. Maybe that is just how nature works, you feel drawn to opposite characters. Usually, I keep to myself and have more of a negative view to the world. That is probably, why I like to be around happy, open-minded women.
“Okay,” I try to deflect. “Can we shower and then head to the bar? We are flying tomorrow, and I need you to be in your best shape. Okay?”
“Aye aye, captain.”
“Wrong vessel!” I smirk at her retreating figure.
With her gone, I take the time to appreciate my view.
I have flown to lots of gorgeous destinations, but it’s mostly been for work. With Amber, though, I am going to have to stay in the same hotels she stays at, just so I am ready on the fly, literally.
