Page 112 of Slow Burn (The Boston Beauties)

‘You mean you are on a mission, there’s no we here.’

I turned to face him. ‘That’s where you are mistaken. Marcus is bi-sexual, I need you as eye-candy too.’

Drew shook his head as he stood under the water to rinse the shampoo from his hair.

An hour later, I was in a sexy black number with red heels and my hair falling down my back in loose waves. Drew was casual in a pair of dark jeans, a white collared shirt with the sleeves folded, and a pair of brown deck shoes.

‘There he is,’ I said to Drew, pointing to Marcus sitting at the bar looking over a menu. His hair was shorter than it had been back at the resort and he wore a collared shirt, something I only saw him in a handful of times, and only when we headed out to clubs.

Drew and I walked around until we were standing behind Marcus, ‘I hear the onion rings are fight worthy.’

He turned around, and it took only a second for the realization to cross his face, ‘Sarah?’ he questioned, standing to give me a hug.

When he pulled back, he looked me over and then looked to Drew, who had moved in closer to me, placing his hand on my lower back in a possessive way.

‘Actually, my name is Jessa,’ I smiled.

‘I knew Sarah wasn’t your real name,’ he snapped his fingers.

‘And this is my husband, Drew.’ I turned to look up at Drew, who was gracious enough to extend his hand to Marcus.

‘Ahh, this is the guy you were pining after, isn't it?’

I looked up to see the smile cross Drew’s face. ‘Yeah, he was worth it in the end after all,’ I said.

‘Congrats,’ Marcus said before being cut off by the dealer.

‘Sir, are you ready to order?’ the older male bartender asked.

Marcus turned around, handing him back the menu. ‘No, I’m good, sorry.’

‘Are you guys busy, can we get a drink and catch up?’ he asked.

‘We’d love to,’ Drew replied as I took his hand and squeezed it in thanks.

We made our way to the bar and got a booth, where I ordered a pitcher of ice tea and a few appetizers to share, as Drew and I hadn't had a chance to eat dinner yet due to our prolonged extracurricular activities.

‘Do you live here or are you really from Bermuda?’

I laughed, but it was Drew who answered for us. ‘No, I’m from England, obviously,’ he pointed to his mouth, ‘but she’s from Boston, we live near there.’

Marcus smiled. ‘That’s awesome, small world I’d run into you,.’

I shook my head. ‘No, coincidence at all, we came here to see you.’

He looked at both of us wide-eyed. ‘W...Why?’

‘I need you to sign some documentation for your work visa,’ I informed him as the server delivered the pitcher of sangria.

‘Your food will be out soon,’ she said before walking away to her next table.

He was looking at us, not really sure what to say. I was playing casual, as if I’d just asked him to point out where the washrooms were.

‘My work visa, for what?’ he was confused and rightly so.

‘I want you to come work for me,’ I said, taking a sip of the drink Drew just poured for me. ‘You said you wanted to get out of Australia for a while. At the time you had no ties, and from what I can tell, you don’t have any ties other than an old car you need to sell and a lease on a shitty apartment that will end in a few months.’

He looked at Drew, ‘Is she on something?’

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