Page 37 of Wild Desire

"Thank you. I'm glad I could make a difference."

"You definitely have. Now, about the donut business. I'm very motivated to get you over here full-time. I'm wondering if you're open to more specialty flavors."

"Cal tended to just want the basics."

"I want to be known for your donuts. I want something different."

"I have so many ideas." We spent the next fifteen minutes going over every flavor idea I'd ever had. I even sketched out how I'd decorate them with icing, sprinkles, and in some cases, cereal.

"This deal comes down to money. I want you to feel like you're being properly compensated, and we'd want exclusivity.So you'd need to sign a new contract every year. I don't want you to feel like you're stuck making donuts forever. It's possible the assistant job takes off, and you have less time."

"I was thinking of hiring employees if that happens."

"You have a good business mind. I think you're going to be successful in whatever you decide to pursue."

"Thanks, Eli." His praise meant a lot to me. He'd done an amazing job of running the resort with his brothers. He was expanding and increasing the offerings all the time.

"This is what I was thinking." He pushed a piece of paper in my direction. "You're welcome to take your time with it and even get a lawyer to review it. But I think it's more than generous."

My gaze traveled down the page until I found the number on the bottom. "I don't understand. Cal pays me per donut, and if something doesn't sell, I don't get reimbursed." I looked up and saw a glower on Eli's face. "I always sell out, so it's never been an issue."

"You're producing a product for us, yes, but I want to pay you for your time, ingredients, everything. It takes time and effort to come up with these ideas." He gestured toward my sketches. "Paying per donut isn't enough."

I considered myself a savvy businessperson, but I wasn't sure what to expect in a contract to sell donuts. I assumed the vendor would pay per product sold, but Eli's offer exceeded my expectations.

"Can I have time to take a look at this?" I didn't want to say yes on the spot, but that was my first inclination. I wanted to get my hands on that industrial kitchen. It was a dream come true.

"Of course." Eli picked up his phone and showed me the screen where there was now an option for personal assistant on the resort's app. "We've added your personal assistant business to the app. Now guests can request items they forgot or will need. Are you ready for it to be activated?"

I didn't have any new events on the schedule, and I could use the money. "I'll fit it in around Killian's schedule, and if it's too much, I'll hire another employee."

"I'm excited to see how this goes. I hope guests find it useful and convenient."

"Me too."

"Let me know about the donuts."

I stood and made my way to the door. "I will. Thank you."

I headed to the elevator in a daze. I swiped my card that allowed me to go to the top floor, and when I opened Killian's door, I realized that this would be my new home, at least temporarily.

Killian called out from his room. "How'd it go?"

I followed the sound of his voice, pausing in the doorway because he stood with a towel cinched at his waist, his impressive chest on display. "Good."

He raised a brow as he looked over at me. "That's it? Just good?"

I swallowed hard. His skin was still glistening from the shower, and I wanted to lick the stray drops. "Your brother's offer was more than I expected. It was very generous."

"That's good then, right?" Killian turned his attention to pulling clothes out of his drawers.

I wondered if he was going to get dressed in front of me and how that would work. Was he going to drop the towel entirely? My heart rate picked up at the thought. "Yes."

"You're going to take the offer then?"

"I just need to read over the contract and make sure I'm not missing anything."

"Are you going to have a lawyer look it over?"

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