Page 10 of Billionaire's Accidental Marriage
I chuckled. “I do, too.”
“You guys are missing something, you know.” A woman’s voice fluttered into the small office from behind the closed door, and Maggie quickly reached to open it. And when she did, a dark-skinned lady with a bright smile and wise eyes leaned against the doorframe.
“What do you mean, Guadalupe?” Maggie asked.
I stood to my feet and held out my hand. “It’s a pleasure. My name’s Michael.”
She raked her gaze down my form before she murmured to herself. “Alto, oscuro, y muy guapo.”
Maggie giggled. “You’re a mess, Gee. You know that?”
I blinked. “Sorry, what was that?”
The woman quickly shook my hand. “Nothing you need to be concerned with…yet.”
With that last word, she peeked down at Maggie, and I wondered what sort of unspoken language the two of them had. Maggie shook her head and rolled her eyes, which only made me more curious as to what the two women were speaking about.
Then again, if there were one thing I had learned in my life, it was never to get between two women who were silently communicating with one another.
So, I reluctantly dropped it as I dropped Guadalupe’s hand. “Well, it’s very nice to meet you.”
I sat back down as Guadalupe nodded.
“You know it’s true, Maggie.”
She started cackling. “You need to stop playing around. You’re going to stick your foot in your mouth one of these days.”
Guadalupe’s smile grew. “Hey, you never know. Don’t shut doors where there’s no door yet, you know?”
I nodded, deciding to go along with it. “She’s right, though. No use in making mountains out of molehills.”
The two women stared at me for a moment before they both burst out laughing. And even though a smile spread across my face, confusion filled my chest. I wanted to know the secret! I wanted to be introduced to the gossip and the covert language! It was like being left out of the cool kids’ club, but I hadn’t seen Maggie smile like this since before her father had died. So, I rolled with it and laughed with them.
“Wait,” Maggie said as her laughter died down, “what is it we’re missing?”
My laughter subsided. “Yeah, what do you think we’re missing in our little plan you’re eavesdropping on?”
“Bah,” Guadalupe said as she waved her hand in the air, “semantics. But, the two of you are missing the one big thing you can give each other.”
Maggie sighed. “Which is…?”
Guadalupe drew in a deep breath. “Someone to lean on. Someone to go to when things get too tough. Someone to cry with when the business gets rough, or someone to rant to if you can’t keep your thoughts to yourself.”
Then, a dark-skinned man poked his head around the corner. “She’s right, but you’ll also get someone who will start asking if you’re eating four meals a day and drinking enough water. And before you know it, you have a bedazzled water bottle with a timer on it that beeps every time you need to take a sip.”
Guadalupe pushed the man away from the door with her hip. “Yuslan, I swear you’re the most dramatic person I know.”
I peeked over at Maggie as she rolled her chair toward me. “That’s her husband.”
Guadalupe turned her gaze to me again. “And an equal partner in this spa. He’s been monumental in its success not simply because of his help here, but his help outside of this place. If you two decide to do this, remember that. Remember that you’ll be able to go to each other for things. Rant to one another. Expel all of those emotions that aren’t appropriate to expel with your employees in a work environment.”
Then, her husband walked behind her and kept talking. “Trust me, everyone needs a work wife.”
Guadalupe barked with laughter. “Or husband!”
Even though the antics were on point, it wasn’t the only good point being made. I agreed—and enjoyed—everything those two had to say about this potential partnership, which made me even more anxious to hear how Maggie felt about it. I turned my attention toward her as Guadalupe and her husband closed the door, leaving us once again to our negotiations.
And when Maggie’s eyes met mine, I saw something spark behind them.
