Page 7 of Royal Pain

My God. The man had the nerve to walk away from me. Damn him.

I watched, just like I had a feeling he knew I would. “What a piece of work,” I muttered under my breath. It was time to get out of the wet clothes.

I stormed around the other end of the pool to grab my things, wanting nothing more than to shove the gawkers aside. But I was that good girl, keeping some manners. I snatched my phone and my purse, shoving my iPhone inside as I grumbled. Why had he been so fucking arrogant? Why? Because he owned the place? Yeah, wealth and power could do that to you.

Another one of those ‘men’ tales I had so many of.

As I headed for the doors to the resort, I realized my nipples were rock hard. Shit. No wonder he’d been staring at me. I was already embarrassing myself.

“Ugh!”

Gage

There were people you met where there was an instant dislike, personalities clashing after only saying a few words. That was the case with Evangeline.

Only there was a flipside to that, our chemistry something else entirely.

I was snickering as I walked through the lobby, noticing Travis was jogging in my direction. Even he had a towel in his hand. Why were so many people worried I’d gotten wet?

“Boss. I heard. Are you okay?” he asked.

I took the towel anyway, rolling it around my neck. “I’m fine. Another couple of minutes and the girl would have lost her life. Tourists.”

“The bachelorette party?”

“You bet.” He was walking with me as I headed toward the private elevators. “Do me a favor. I need to know what I’m dealing with regarding the group. Check on Evangeline and her friends.”

“O-kay. What do you want to know?”

“Everything you can find.”

Travis chuckled. “You like one of them, huh?”

“Not in this lifetime.” She’d grated on my nerves like fingernails being raked down a chalkboard.

“Let me see what I can find. You should change before you catch cold.”

“Why is everyone doing that? I’m a big boy.” I pressed my keycard into the slot, grumbling under my breath as I hadn’tdone in a long time. Why her? Why now? The doors opened and I immediately stepped inside, Travis remaining on the outskirts. I turned around, crossing my legs at the ankles and shoving my hands in the pockets of my linen trousers. He had an amused look on his face.

But the soaked girl watching as I entered the private space only twenty feet out had a different expression altogether. If I didn’t know better, I’d call it lust.

I laughed the entire incident off as the steel box headed for the top floor. That took no time, the pinging sound causing me to push off the wall.

The main part of the resorts had been designed and established in three wings, several restaurants and casinos, and a dance club located in the cathedral-style bell tower. The suites were placed on two sides, two suites each. That allowed for maximum privacy.

In addition, there were bungalows in and surrounding the water, more private settings for our guests. In addition, in the private rooms located in the section of the more commercial space, my guests could enjoy their sadistic or masochistic tastes in private, being watched or in a group setting.

We took pride in hiring the most qualified and well-trained people in the business of satisfying, nurturing, and educating those interested. The men and women were masters at technique, which had added to our solid reputation. Using the same keycard, I let myself into the main body of the rooms. Once inside, I realized I was freezing given the wet clothes. I quickly headed for the bathroom, turning on the shower before discarding my clothes.

I still couldn’t believe the other women had stood there, not bothering to help their friend. Some friends they were. I chuckled and tossed the damp towels toward the hamper, grabbing a clean one.

Given we also had a family empire bungalow held in reserve for the family members, I’d always stayed there, but something had told me to switch it up for this trip.

Now I was glad.

As I stepped into the shower, I thought about the woman, sweet and caustic Evangeline, laughing at the fact my cock was twitching. Even my balls were tight. What the hell was up with that? Yet as I washed off quickly, my thoughts turned completely lurid.

And utterly forbidden.

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