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HOT PIECE OF ASH
MILLY TAIDEN
CONTENTS
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Epilogue
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Hot Piece of Ash
Copyright © 2020 by Milly Taiden
Edited by: Tina Winograd
Edited by: Sheri Lyn
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Property of Milly Taiden
August 2020
Ash Jonz and Smoke Price need a mate to complete their triad and
renew their island’s magic or their clan could be wiped out. When
curvy, shy Valentina shows up, they know she’s the one. They want
to keep her, mate her, and cement their marks on her. But how will
she react to knowing they’re planning on sharing her. At the same
time.
Alpha and beta need to find their mate before she’s sacrificed for a
pirate’s treasure.
—For my girl Valentina,
From the resort’s white sugar beach, Ash picked up a dead frond
from the tropical palm tree. It was limp in his hand, draping down
like a broken wing. Several more leaves were showing signs of a
slow death. Never in the years that he had lived on the island—as a
whelp, then again as a mature dragon—had he seen one of their
palm trees die that way. They had gone through hurricanes and
severe storms which had destroyed plant life, but this was different.
Nothing died on Costa Bonita. The forest had always been lush
with plant life. Now the trees had dropped their leaves as if winter
had arrived. Even the white beaches had begun to look dingy.
A slight vibration rattled through his shoes and up through his
legs. A rumble that he instinctively knew was deep underground
shook him. He craned his neck around to check on the inactive
volcano.
Steam rolled over the top of the crater, like vapor from a witch’s
cauldron. He wasn’t too concerned. It had happened before they
hired his sister to work on the island. After she’d arrived, the steam
had stopped, no rhyme or reason. Why was it doing it again? Why
was their tropical paradise going to shit?
Even though the sun had been up for several hours, only a few
tourists had made their way to the beach. Now, they all stood
pointing at the resurrected mountain on the island. Dammit, that
was the last thing they needed. For some reason, the number of
visitors had been down the previous month. Neither he nor his beta
had a clue why.
He stomped his way over the brown patches of grass to the
resort’s office. Smoke had better be there, or this alpha was going to
go batshit crazy on his beta. The man had never grown out of his
childish stage of life. How he managed to do his duties so well was
beyond him.
“Morning, Isa,” he managed to grumble, passing the human
who had worked there longer than he and Smoke. The first time he
walked by her without saying good morning was the last. Isadora
had followed him into his office and proceeded to chew him another
hole. She was like a mother to them so she had no qualms telling
either of them off. This resort was known for its happy employees,
including the alpha and beta.
“Wonderful morning to you, Ash,” she called out. He stormed
through the doorway and past her desk. His mood lifted a bit from
her aura of positivity.
Surprisingly, Smoke was at his desk and working on the
computer with his keyboard pulled out from under the desktop.
Ash plopped into the upholstered chair across from Smoke and
sighed. The view out the picture window behind the desk was
beautiful. The forest filled the sight with the mountain in the far
background. The steam he had seen earlier was no longer there.
When Smoke didn’t even look at him, he grumbled in his chest.
“Just a minute,” Smoke said, “I’ve never made it past this level,
and I’m close to dying.”
What the hell? Ash reached out, spinning the monitor around to
see an animated computer game.
“Hey,” Smoke growled, “I can’t see it.” His hands came from
under the desk to reveal a game controller in his hand. And Ash
thought he was actually working. He wanted to throttle the dragon.
“Dammit,” Smoke said, jerking the computer back. “If I die—” After
punching a button several times, he dropped the controller with a
clunk. “I could’ve made it if you hadn’t interfered.”
“Smoke, we have a problem we need to figure out.”
“What problem could there possibly be on an enchanted
paradise island?” Smoke sat back in his chair, his brows raised.
“Haven’t you noticed any changes?” Ash asked, trying not to
grind his teeth. If his beta was clueless, then he would…
“I have,” Smoke replied, shocking him. “The coral in the cove is
dying. The colors used to be vibrant but are dull and ashen now.
And the variety of fish aren’t there. Plus, fewer females are coming
to the island.”
Ash rolled his eyes. He hated being antsy over everything that
had to do with the island. His beta always talked about females, but
when it came down to it, he barely talked to the opposite gender. He
wondered if Smoke was hiding a shy side. He almost laughed.
Smoke and shy didn’t go in the same sentence.
Smoke continued. “I think we need to hire a new PR person.
Someone to drum up business and let others know there’s a place
other than the Virgin Islands to visit. And we’re ten times better.”
Maybe his beta did know what was going on.
“A new PR person is a good idea. Ever since Noelle moved we
haven’t really addressed that position,” Ash stood and paced, unable
to sit still. “We could use a new brochure. Maybe increase our online
presence.”
“Great,” Smoke said, “how do we go about finding this guy?
Headhunter?”
“Whoa,” Ash held up his hands. “Not so fast. Other things are
more important right now.”
Smoke’s brows pinched. “Like what?”
A vibration ran through Ash’s body.
“What the hell is that?” Smoke jumped to his feet. “This is the
second time.”
“Turn around,” Ash told Smoke.
“Why?” Smoke slowly faced the window. “Fuck. Do we need to
evacuate the island?” He whipped his head back to Ash. “Wait. Stuff
like this doesn’t happen here. Why is the island suddenly falling
apart?”
“Excuse me.” Both men turned to see Isadora at the doorway. “I
couldn’t help but overhear what you are talking about, with the door
open and all.”
Ash smiled. “It’s fine, Isa. Please, come in.” The older woman
took the second chair, and Ash sat beside her.
She glanced at both men. Ash waited for what she had to share
with them.
She smiled. “Are you two serious about not knowing what’s
happening to the island?”
Ash glanced at his beta, who shrugged and shook his head. In
unison, they said, “Yes.”
Isa’s eyes widened. “Your parents didn’t tell you how the island’s
magic worked?”
“Island’s magic?” Smoke questioned.
Ash searched his memory banks. “I remember something from
a long time ago. Mom said the magic was related to the alpha and
beta, and I didn’t have to worry about anything until it was my
time.” That conversation came back to him. He was kid at that time
and hadn’t paid much attention to the older people, including that
conversation. He had been too busy trying to be leader among his
friends.
“Anything else?” Isadora prompted.
“Yeah,” Ash said, “there was a lot of that talk when I was a kid.”
Isadora sighed and rolled her eyes. “Of course, there was.” She
shook her head, and Ash heard her mumble something about men
and paying attention. “As the story goes, your ancestors fled the
European continent during the early medieval times to escape the
slaughter of dragons.
“They landed here as the volcano had just erupted, and they
needed a place to incubate the eggs about to be born. Of course, at
that time, the Caribbean wasn’t the Caribbean we know today. Back
then it was only the indigenous groups.” She waved a hand in the
air. “You know the rest of that story, but what you’ve forgotten is
that your kind has been here so long that your magic has seeped
into the ground.”
Smoke’s eyes opened wide. “You mean the island’s taking our
powers?”
“Seriously?” Ash wanted to slap Smoke up the back of the head.
“No,” Ash grumbled. “It means that our magic has soaked into the
island itself, and it’s what is keeping everything so perfect here.”
That made complete sense to him. He hadn’t thought about it much,
since the whole Caribbean was pretty much ideal in climate and
amenities. But Costa Bonita had always been a step better than any
other place.
From the corner of his eye, he caught his beta winking at their
assistant to make her blush. He held in his sigh. That was typical of
his second-in-command. Always trying to make the ladies smile and
irritating the hell out of him—on purpose.
“Pardon me, Ash,” Smoke said, putting on an air of royalty. “You
are correct. I had forgotten those particulars.”
“Liar.”
Both Isa and his beta laughed at his seriousness. He agreed
that sometimes he was over the top when it came to worrying about
things. He couldn’t help it. That was a natural thing for an alpha. His
father was the same way. Fortunately, his mom—his Dad’s true mate
—had been the perfect match to keep him from losing his shit
completely.
“So, Isa,” Ash said, “what does that have t to do with anything
right now?”
“It means dear boy, the island is tied to the well-being of the
clan,” she replied.
Ash glanced at Smoke, wondering if they, or he, was out of
touch with his people. No one was sick or dying. Everyone seemed
happy and comfortable.
“More specifically,” Isadora continued, “the alpha triad.”
“Us,” both guys said.
“It’s time for you two to find your mate. From what I know,
you’re a triad and need a third. Without her, you are not complete,
and the magic is suffering.” Isadora wrung her hands together. “And
by the way, the magic is losing control over the island’s natural
inclinations, you better find her fast.”
CHAPTER THREE
Later that afternoon, Ash couldn’t get the issue out of his mind.
“We need a mate,” he sighed, rubbing a hand over the back of his
neck. “If we plan on helping our people survive and keeping the
island alive, this takes priority.” Were they a true triad? How would
they know? Would their dragons tell them?
He knew he and Smoke were an alpha and beta team but did
that extend to everything else? There hadn’t been a trio in hundreds
of years. A while back when they had traveled the world they had
happily shared women. Once they’d come home, they’d chosen to
do their own thing separately.
Smoke nodded grimly from his seat in their office at their resort
on Fire Mountain. “I know. I’m sorry, Ash. Things wouldn’t have
gotten this bad if I hadn’t been so focused on rebuilding the town
after the storm.”
“It’s okay,” Ash shrugged. “I guess we just have to refocus now.
Figure out what to do.”
“We’ve had no luck,” Smoke told him, and glanced at his desk.
“Some friends told me of a matchmaker.”
Ash raised his brows, curious over what his beta was talking
about. “A matchmaker?”
“Yes. Like a paranormal matchmaker. Gerri Wilder. She runs the
PDA or Paranormal Dating Agency. She’s got a 100 percent success
rate and has found mates for even the hardest of shifters,” Smoke’s
voice became enthusiastic as he spoke. “Maybe we should call and
give her a try.”
Ash frowned. “I don’t know. I’ve never known any matchmaker
that can help in our type of situation. We might be better off doing
this ourselves.”
“Yeah, how’s that worked so far?” Smoke met his gaze. “We
need help. We have to try. Our people will dwindle if we don’t find
our mate.”
Ash growled and slammed a hand on the desk. “Why do we
have to be cursed!”
Smoke stood and grabbed him by the arm. “Bro, we’re not
cursed. We’ve just been delaying the inevitable.”
“I kept hoping we’d find our mate on our own,” Ash sighed.
Smoke snorted. “We’re not going to find a mate when we’ve
stopped traveling the world and meeting people. She’s not suddenly
going to appear out of nowhere.”
A knock sounded at the door, and Isadora walked in with a tray
of drinks. “Are you boys back to talking numbers again?” She
laughed and put the tray down, glancing from one to the other. “I
would think finding a mate would be more important. You did
understand what I told you earlier, yes?”
“Yes, Isadora. No need to worry,” Smoke told her and marched
over to grab a glass of lemonade from her.
“I might not be a shifter,” she told him, “but I’m not stupid. I
heard you mention a matchmaker when I was at the door. The girls
all over the resort won’t stop talking about how you two need to pick
someone already.” She rolled her eyes and shook her head. “They’re
acting like there’s some kind of battle to be with you both.” She
fluffed her short, blonde bob. “If I was fifty years younger, they
would have serious competition on their hands.”
Ash choked on his drink, and Smoke chuckled loudly.
Ash couldn’t see Isadora as anything but a mom to them. She
was the reason they had such a thriving resort in Fire Mountain,
Costa Bonita. Without her help, they would have bungled the resort
takeover when Ash’s parents decided to travel the world.
“We’ll figure it out, Isadora. No need to worry about it,” Ash
said. “Have you heard from your grandson today?”
Isadora shrugged. “He’s not answering my messages, so I’m not
sure if he’s made it out of bed yet. He was supposed to be here an
hour ago. Hopefully, he calls me back so I know what he’s got
planned today.” She gave a sad smile. “I haven’t seen him much
since he’s been here.”
Ash hated how Isadora’s kids had treated her throughout the
years. They’d distanced themselves from the moment they’d been
teenagers and chosen to live with their father’s family instead of
their mother. He couldn’t figure it out. He knew Isadora well enough
to know she was sweet, with nothing but kindness in her heart. So,
to see her family ignore her attempts to have a relationship, made
him angry.
Ash hugged Isadora. “It’ll be okay. I’m sure he’s nothing like his
parents.” He hoped , but the truth was that Mark had already shown
signs of only being interested in what he could get from his
grandmother.
She nodded and hugged him back, her small body turning into
nothing at his side. She was so fragile it scared him, but he knew
better than to say anything. At eighty, she was still strong enough to
argue with them on what she wanted to do with her life and
wouldn’t let anyone treat her with kid gloves.
“Thank you, Ash. I’ll see to the staff and make sure everything’s
running smoothly.”
“Thank you, Isa.”
He glanced at Smoke once she was gone and sat down. “We’ll
figure this out. I think we should go ahead and hire that PR person.
Maybe new marketing and promotion of the island will bring new life
to the land?”
Smoke nodded. “I think that it’s a good idea. Maybe Isa can
help with. I don’t know the first place to look.” He sighed, looking
out the door through which their assistant had exited. “She’s
amazing, I just hope her grandson realizes that and makes amends.”
Ash frowned. “I don’t know. To be honest, I feel like her family
doesn’t realize the gem they have as a matriarch.”
Smoke stood. “That’s their problem, not ours. Let’s talk to her
about hiring someone.”
“What about finding our mate?” Ash asked. “Didn’t forget that
already did you?”
“Of course not,” Smoke grumbled. “I’m just focused on what we
can find easier, I doubt our mate will be easy.”
“Why do you say that?” Ash asked. His parents didn’t have a
hard time getting together. “All we need to find are other dragons
and ask them to visit. We can do that while the PR guy gets
comfortable here. It won’t be too difficult.”
GERRI WILDER FROWNED and stared at her cell phone, waiting for the call
to come in. Finally, her cell phone rang, and she picked it up.
“Hello?”
“Is this Gerri Wilder?”
“Yes. Who’s calling?” she asked, knowing full well who it was.
“Hello, my name is Isadora Kenlin. I’m calling because I need
your help.”
“You do?” Gerri asked with a smile. “Or someone you know
does?”
There was silence for a moment. “How did you know? Oh, it
doesn’t matter,” Isadora sighed. “My boys Ash and Smoke need your
help. They have to find a mate, or they won’t be able to keep their
dragon line alive.”
Gerri sighed. “Ash Jonz and Smoke Price?”
“Yes!” Isadora exclaimed. “How did you know?”
Gerri shrugged. “ I knew their parents a long time ago. Tell me,
do the boys know you’re calling?”
“No,” Isadora said with exasperation in her voice. “They
mentioned your name and then dismissed asking for help. They’re
set on finding a mate on their own. But really, that hasn’t worked,
and I want them to stay alive and their clan to thrive. I really want
grand babies.” There was a small sigh. “My family won’t
acknowledge me, they’re the only kids I have left at this point. I
want to see them happy.”
“I can understand that, Isadora. What you are doing is very
noble. Tell me something,” Gerri said, glancing down at a list of
names. “Do you have any job openings at your resort?”
Isadora gasped. “We do!”
“Wonderful. I know just the girl. She’s worked in tourism and
would be an asset to your resort. I’ll send you her resume. Look at it
and let me know what position you feel she would be best for, and
I’ll contact her and send her your way.”
“That’s it?”
“The rest will come all by itself,” Gerri grinned. “Trust me.”
“If you say so,” Isadora said, sounding incredulous. “I really
appreciate your time and help with this. These boys need a mate,
and I want to see them thrive with a family.”
“They will. You just wait.”
“If you can make it happen that they find their mate, please
consider yourself a VIP guest for the rest of your life, and I hope you
come to visit us.”
“I may take you up on that,” Gerri told her with a laugh.
Gerri ended the call with Isadora and immediately sent her the
email with Valentina Lombardi’s resume. Less than half an hour later,
she was ready to call the young woman with some news.
“Hello?” Valentina said, answering her phone.
“Valentina, Hi! It’s Gerri Wilder. We met a few weeks ago at the
animal facility on adoption day.”
“Oh, Ms. Wilder! Of course. How are you doing?”
“I’m great. Remember how I told you I would let you know if I
heard of any openings to help you get your career going?”
“Yes,” she said, tentatively.
“I’ve just sent you a job offer from a resort in Fire Mountain,
Costa Bonita. They’d like to hire you as their Public Relations Vice
President.”
“What?” she shrieked. “Are you serious?”
“I’m serious. Read the email and give Isadora Kenlin a call when
you can. She’ll do a virtual interview with you, but she’s already sent
me an offer which I’ve just forwarded to you. Does that look good?”
There was a moment of silence and then a scream. “Oh my
God! This is a joke, right? You’re messing with me, Ms. Wilder. Why
would they offer me the PR VP position when I haven’t gone past
Guest Relations Manager?”
“You have the drive, education, and experience. Plus, you bring
a fresh face to that position. Go forth and develop those skills.”
“I don’t know what to say,” she mumbled.
“Say yes.”
“What? Oh, yes! Yes!”
Gerri laughed. “Not to me. Give Isadora a call. She’s waiting.”
“I’ll call her right now,” she said quickly. “I can’t even begin to
tell you how amazing this is. Oh my God, I’m shaking. I look like a
giant mountain of wiggly jelly.”
Gerri laughed. “Relax Valentina. It’ll all be fine.”
“Oh, Ms. Wilder, remember at the event when I asked you to
find me a good man or two?”
Gerri grinned. “I do recall the conversation.”
“Um, I think you should forget I said that. I mean, I was
kidding. Plus, It was super inappropriate of me, and you probably
don’t have men knocking down doors to be matched to a curvy girl
who loves cake way too much.”
“Honey, if I had a dollar for every time someone said that to
me. Don’t worry about anything. Just go and do the job. The right
men will come your way.”
She gave a short laugh. “Men. You’re hilarious.”
“But, I’m curious, do you not want to find love?”
“Of course I do,” Valentina sighed. “But let’s be real here, if this
job pans out, I won’t have time to go on dates any time soon. And
what can you do, set me up over there?” She chuckled. “That’s
crazy.”
“Right, crazy.”
“Anyway, thank you so much for everything, and I’ll call Ms.
Kenlin right now. You don’t know how happy I am.”
“I’m glad this opportunity is just what you were looking for.”
“Thanks so much!”
Gerri hung up and smiled at the setup. Maybe she would check
out the resort at Fire Mountain. After all, she hadn’t been to the
tropical islands in such a long time. And maybe she would find a few
other people who needed her services while there.
CHAPTER FOUR
Valentina got off the plane and winced at the wave of heat that
smacked her in the face. Crap, this place was really hot. Instantly,
perspiration gathered on her upper lip, and her T-shirt clung to her
as if she had blown up in those few seconds. She’d been emailing
back and forth with Isadora and knew that Costa Bonita was a large
Caribbean island that sat close to the Bermuda triangle, which was
already enough to creep her out, but not enough for her to not take
the job.
Her excitement grew the more she glanced at the tourists. Most
of them wore shorts and tank tops with obvious vacation looks. She
noticed most were couples and guessed a lot of them were on their
honeymoon, like the two who sat across from her on the plane.
She’d never ridden first class before and was surprised that Isadora
had sent her a plane ticket that expensive. Still, it made for a great
six-hour flight. She’d gotten to relax on her much bigger seat and
feel super pampered every time the flight attendant walked by and
offered her a drink or snack.
In her regular life, she’d had to pay for snacks or bring
something to eat on the plane and hope she didn’t get stuck next to
a talker or have a kid kicking the back of her seat. But not this time,
she’d had a huge seat, and only adults were in her section. Everyone
was nice and quiet, and she was able to read a book, watch a
movie, and even take a nap. It was like she was on a paid vacation.
When she got to the luggage pick up, a young guy with a polo
shirt displaying the name of the resort caught her attention. He had
a sign with her name on it.
“Hi, I’m Valentina Lombardi,” she grinned.
“Hi, I’m Mark. I’m supposed to drive you to the resort,” he said
with a smile. “Do you have any luggage?”
She nodded and looked for the baggage claim number her
suitcases were coming out of. The belts were already moving, and
she immediately caught sight of her two orange suitcases. She’d
learned a long time ago to get luggage easy to see and not confuse
with anyone else’s. She’d had an unpleasant experience where a
person walked out of the airport with her bag because they’d the
same type. Luckily, they’d returned and exchanged it, but she did
not want to go through that again.
“The orange ones are mine,” she said, and they both rushed
over to get the bags before they went back around. They each
grabbed one, and together they headed out of the airport.
“This is it?” he asked with surprise. “Most women have tons of
suitcases full of makeup, clothes, and shoes for a weekend trip.
You’re going to be here for the season, right?”
She laughed. “I’ll forgive you because you’re still young. How
old are you?”
“Eighteen,” he laughed. “But it’s true. Back home, my mom and
sisters never travel without tons of luggage.”
“Well, I shipped some stuff, but most of my things are in
storage. I can’t fathom shipping everything here in case things don’t
work out, you know?”
He nodded. “Yeah. I’ve been working here for a week, but the
resort is really nice. It’s broken up into sections, depending on the
type of guest we have.”
She rolled her suitcase and matched his quick steps to the new
Mercedes SUV he stopped at. Eyes wide with surprise, she stared at
the vehicle and then at Mark. “Why would they send this just for
me?”
He chuckled and shrugged. “Beats me. Grandma said you were
VIP, and we needed to treat you as such.” He slipped one bag into
the trunk and then turned to take the other from her hand. “Why are
you so important? Are you the owner’s wife or something?”
“What? No!” She handed him the bag with confusion. “I have no
idea why she feels I’m a VIP, I’m actually not. I’m the new PR Vice
President, but I’m nobody that important.”
He watched her for a moment and then held the vehicle door
open. “Well, you might not think you are all that important, but I
was ordered to treat you like a VIP, and that’s what I shall do.” He
grinned. “So please get in and let’s get going. There’s water and
snacks ready for you.”
She slipped into the back seat and groaned at the cool leather.
She swore her skin sizzled when it hit the cold air. The SUV was nice
and comfortable, and as promised, chilled water bottles and snacks
had been placed between the two back seats.
Too excited and nervous to eat, she instead drank from a bottle
of water and looked out the window at the palm trees and the city
as he drove them onto the highway.
“So how are you liking Fire Mountain?” she asked Mark, trying
to make some conversation.
“It’s all right. My grandmother persuaded me to work here for
the summer and see how I like it. I didn’t actually have any plans
but wanted to make some money,” he said.
“Who’s your grandmother, exactly?”
“Isadora Kenlin. She’s a sweet old lady, but I don’t know that
this job is for me. I know she wants me to spend time on the island,
but we’ll see. I just met one of the guys there who seems pretty
cool.” He shrugged.
She frowned. “Does the job not pay well enough?”
“It pays all right. But I’m looking for something that’ll make me
rich quick. She just made it sound like I’d be making more money.”
He quoted his pay, and her jaw fell open. “You’re making that
much?”
“Kind of low, right?”
“I’m not sure what type of pay you’re used to, but that is
management-level pay you’re being given. What do they have you
do?”
“The job is kind of boring. All I do is pick up people at the
airport and take them to their section of the resort and whatever.”
“That’s it?” She blinked and couldn’t stop the surprise in her
tone. The kid was making more than she made at most of her jobs
and all he had to do was drive guests to the resort, and he wanted
more money. He clearly had no idea of what people got paid in the
real world.
“Yeah, why?” He met her gaze in the rearview mirror. “Should I
be asking for more?”
“No. I,” she cleared her throat. “I think you should wait it out a
little bit and see how you feel about the job. Maybe something else
will open up that is more to your liking, but don’t quit because you
feel you’re not making enough. I mean,” she blew out a breath,
“you’re earning more than most hotel assistant managers. You
should try to hold on to the job. Grow into the company.”
“Meh. We’ll see,” he said noncommittally.
She had to fight the urge to smack the kid upside the head.
How could he even think he would make more money in any other
job without any experience or education? He was only eighteen and
being paid more than a bunch of the managers at the last hotel
she’d worked at and he was only a driver. The boy had no idea how
good he had it.
“So, how different are the sections of the resort?”
“Oh, they actually did some amazing things at Fire Mountain.
There are overwater bungalows at the beach as well as couple and
family sections. Someone really smart knew to keep newlyweds and
couples away from loud kids.”
She agreed. That was probably one of the biggest issues she’d
heard about every hotel she’d worked at. “My understanding is that
there is a couples-only resort called Private Spark and then a family
one called Open Blaze.”
“Right.” He agreed, “ So Private Spark has a private beach
section that includes the over water bungalows. Then there are the
forest cabins for the couples that are more into hiking and zip-lining.
And the third is up close to the edge of the sugar beach, and that is
a super private set of cabins that overlook the trees and volcano.
Those guests have a private helipad and continuous use of the
resort helicopter to take them into the village for shopping.”
Goodness. This had to be one of the most VIP hotels she’d ever
heard of. She knew that the couples who stayed up at the edge of
the beach were usually celebrities and those who could afford to
spare no expense for a vacation. It wasn’t easy dishing out tens of
thousands per night just to say you slept at a “five-star” cabin by a
volcano.
“The forest cabins all have private golf carts, and beach
bungalows get driven up to the mountain if they want to go hiking
or on a private tour.” Mark continued.
She nodded. One of the first things she’d planned on doing was
go on each of the tours offered by the resort to make sure she knew
the ones she wanted to feature on social media, as well as hiring
someone to handle the social media accounts of the resort. Each
section needed its personal brand promotion, and she couldn’t do
that all on her own.
“For someone who has only been here a week, you already
memorized a lot of information,” she told him.
“It was easy. I’m pretty good at remembering things.”
They arrived at the staff offices, and he drove behind the
building to a beach bungalow with a stunning view of the ocean. She
frowned. He got out of the SUV and started taking out her luggage.
“Hey,” she climbed out and went to help him with her bags. “I’m
supposed to be in the staff housing.”
He shook his head. “That’s for regular folks like me. You’re a VP,
so you get your own bungalow. There’s only a handful of these, so
you’re lucky you got one.” Then he motioned to the bungalow with
his head. “If you don’t want it, I’ll take it. It’s really nice inside.”
She bit her lip and sighed. “I guess we should take my stuff
inside.”
He handed her a key card and rolled her bags while she opened
the door. The bungalow was gorgeous. It was bigger than her one-
bedroom apartment back home.
“Grandma said for you to relax the rest of the day, and she’d
call you to see if you wanted to have dinner later.” He met her gaze
and curled his lip in distaste. “I don’t wanna have dinner with her.
It’s embarrassing when the girls come in, you know? Not real manly.
I have my own plans, so please go. This way she’ll stop bugging
me.”
Manly at eighteen? The boy didn’t have a clue. Valentina blinked
and pressed her lips together. “Thanks for bringing in my stuff,
Mark.”
“You’re welcome,” he said. At the door, he turned to her. “I
won’t hold you to a tip today since you just got here. You’ll get a
jeep tomorrow when you do your tour of the resorts with Kristin, the
Operations Director. Good night.”
She watched him run over to the SUV and take off. That was
one troubled boy. He really had no idea about jobs and income. Get
rich quick did not exist unless it was something underhanded. His
grandmother had gotten him a great starting position, and he was
already looking to find something better. It boggled Valentina’s mind.
Not wasting any time, she rolled her suitcases to her bedroom,
loving the glass wall that allowed her full view of the beach. She
quickly put her stuff away, she’d just thrown on a pair of shorts and
a tank top when the phone by the bed rang.
CHAPTER FIVE
—Maurice Weyland.
ELENA’S DAUGHTERS
BY D. RAMON ORTEGA Y FRIAS
From the Spanish by L. Solyom.
CHAPTER I.
DOÑA ELENA, DOÑA LUZ, DOÑA ESTRELLA.