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“Just Kora,” Sybil says. “The queen of discretion.”

“Relax.” Lacy brushes the hair off my face. “We won’t tell a soul.”

“Holyfield knows we’re discreet.” Sybil smiles. “Everyone who works here signs a strict NDA. You don’t make it as a consort if you can’t keep your mouth shut.”

Lacy laughs. “When it’s not full of pussy, that is.” She leans over the edge of the sunbed, treating herself to a handful of strawberries, and me to a beautiful view of her round little ass. “I haven’t seen the man smile that big in—” She comes up with a bright fistful of berries, cocking her head at Sybil. “Have we ever seen The Fortress smile?”

“Nope.” Sybil looks at me. “You’re clearly fucking each other.”

“Well done.” Lacy puts up a fist, which I assume she wants me to bump. I nibble my lip, still unsure whether to confirm or deny. I settle for kissing her knuckles, which makes her laugh. “Ithink I know where Sybil’s going with this and let me just point out that the man owns a sex resort.”

I’m so confused. “Ashton?”

“He’s kinky as hell or he wouldn’t run this place,” she continues. “From what little I know about Mr. Holyfield, he’s an open-minded guy.”

“And clearly hot for our girl.” Sybil grins. “I wish you’d seen how he lit up talking about you.”

As nice as that is to hear, I still have no idea what we’re discussing. “What are you suggesting?”

Licking her lips, Lacy grins. “What do you say we give the boss man a show?”

CHAPTER 10

ASHTON

I’m alone in my hotel room, removing my tie, when a text comes in from Camille.

Are you by yourself?

What a peculiar question. Tossing my tie on the table, I sit down on the plush leather loveseat near a sliding glass door overlooking the bay six stories below.

I am. Is something wrong?

The reply bubbles appear almost instantly.

Not at all. But I have something to show you. Free for a video chat?

A video chat? Now I’m intrigued.

I thought of her all damn day, even as a team full of lawyers talked incessantly about the legal nuances of the new property acquisition. Then they yammered for another long hour about an upcoming merger that only mildly impacts my business.

Thank God that’s over.

Alone in my hotel suite, I glance around. Not that I need confirmation there’s nobody else in the room. I left my last meeting an hour ago, and after a brief chat with Kora, I retreated up here to wind down for the day.

But Camille’s text has me winding back up. I’d very much like to hear her voice. To see her face on a screen or in person.

What are you up to, Camille?

My phone starts to buzz with an incoming video call. There’s a thrum in my chest as my heart rate ticks up and I picture all possible emergencies. Maybe she’s hurt or not feeling well. An allergic reaction to the jellyfish sting.

Or maybe she’s found a way home, some alternate route to bypass the pilot’s strike. The thought of that weighs like a stone in my gut at I tap the button to take the call.

Her face fills the screen almost instantly. She’s biting her lip, looking lovely and flushed and bathed in a bright splash of sunlight.

“Hi, Ash.” She sounds nervous and jumpy.

“Camille.” I stretch out my legs, getting comfortable on the couch. “How was your day?”

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