Page 6 of Too Hard to Resist

In less than two months, the management would start accepting applications for Romance Rockstars who wanted to apply to work at their new resort in California.

From what I had heard, it was going to be the biggest and most luxurious Love Hotel created. Successful applicants from their existing resorts would have their flights and accommodation paid for and the company would arrange our working visas and all of the paperwork.

It was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

For years I had wanted to travel to the US. And my dream almost became a reality, but then my whole world came crashing down.

Now that I had been given a second chance, I would not allow anything or anyone to stand in the way of my goal again.

And I definitely would not risk it all for a one-night stand with a guest.

As I thought about Cindy, I shook my head. I never understood why women who had a good man were willing to throw it all away just to have some ‘fun’.

My chest tightened as memories of that day came flooding back…

No.I could not think about that. It was too painful.

‘Was that everything?’ I stood up.

‘For now,’ Victoria said. ‘But remember what I said. Be careful.’

I nodded, then left her office.

I just had to find a way to be firmer. Perhaps wearing a T-shirt with ‘My Name Is Not Michele’ might help.

Victoria was right. I could not afford any more trouble.

If a guest tried flirting again, I would make my position clear.

My liaisons with guests would always be strictly professional.

Zero exceptions.

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SAMMIE

This was mad.

Even though it’d been weeks since I’d received the email from the Love Hotel offering me a place at their resort in Puglia, which was a region in southern Italy, it still hadn’t sunk in that I was actually going.

Like Stella had recommended, I’d replied to the email and paid the balance straightaway. I’d spent the weekend ordering loads of clothes online and chatting with her about what to expect. Then on the Monday morning I’d begged my boss to give me the time off and thankfully she’d agreed.

I was currently sitting on the back seat of the swanky Mercedes the hotel had sent to collect me from Bari airport and according to my chauffeur (look at me!), I was now less than fifteen minutes away from arriving at the resort.

And most importantly, minutes away from meeting the love of my life.

Honestly, I didn’t think I’d been so excited in my whole life.

I wondered what he’d be like.

The questionnaire I’d completed when I applied was really detailed and as well as answering a gazillion questions about myself, my hobbies, personality and relationship history, I’d also told them about the kind of man I was looking for.

That part was easy. One advantage of dating a lot was that you got to find out all the things that you didn’t want in a partner.

I was self-aware enough to realise that I always went for the same type of guy: good-looking, charming and emotionally unavailable.

Somehow I was drawn to the players and pretty boys with the banter and sweet talk, who were around the same age as me or sometimes younger, who couldn’t or wouldn’t commit.

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