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“You told your parents you have a girlfriend?” She narrowed her eyes at me, tossing her white Prada bag on the vacant chair beside her. Again, not cheap.
“I also told them that it was so serious that I had thought of proposing,” I informed her nonchalantly as I admired the small wrinkle on the bridge of her nose. What was it about Reagan St. James that I found her so alluring? Like a siren singing her tunes, I was the naive fisherman about to get lured to his death.
“Proposing?”
“Relax, it’s not real.”
“And if they found out that it’s fake?”
“You’re smart enough to successfully fake it until the end, yes?”
“Is that why you called me here? Because you needed a fake girlfriend?”
“No. I called you here because you fought with a guest.” Yes, that was right, I thought. I needed to get things in order and send her out before I lost control. “For two years, I have never had an employee act like that.”
“My boss never told his parents that I’m his girlfriend, either. I guess there’s always a first time for everything.”
God, that mouth of hers. I felt admiration and surprise at her words, and I couldn’t help but narrow my eyes at her. I couldn’t put a finger on whether she was challenging me or if she was just being straight-up rude. Nonetheless, I was entertained.
“You’re so much like your brother, you know?” The surprise that painted her face was short-lived, immediately replaced by apathy.
“Did you have a fake relationship with my brother too?” she jested, cocking her head to the side, her doe eyes enticing me.
“No, you’re both a pain in my ass.” I pointed out. She scoffed and shook her head at my remark as if to tell me I didn’t know what I was talking about. “Why are you here, Jellybean?”
The nickname seemed to confuse her once more, and I could tell that she haddn’t done the research like I told her to. This didn’t surprise me because she was young, and people her age usually didn’t care about things like that.
“You literally called me here.”
“I mean into my hotel. You don’t think I know who you are?”
“You don’t,” she challenged, and I was somewhat proud that she was headstrong. “You know my brother, my father, maybe. But you don’t know me.”
“I know that the blood running through your veins is the same blood that ran through Ryan’s when he decided to embezzle my money.”
“Blood has nothing to do with principle, Matthew.”
“So you’re not here because your father told you to spy on me? See how my business is doing so you could ruin it again?”
“Like I said, I never heard of your hotel before two months ago. And you can’t accuse me of something my brother did. That’s not fair.”
“Explain to me why you snapped at our guest so I can decide what consequence is fair.”
“She called me pathetic.”
“Are you twelve?” Surely, she wouldn’t get offended by that remark alone, right? And didn’t Susana brief them that the guests were always right? Yet, Reagan looked taken aback by my words.
“I’m not,” she complained. “But she told me she wanted an upgrade, and I told her that it couldn’t happen—”
Before she could continue, my phone rang, and I grabbed it only to see a message from my mother. “But she can get an upgrade, Reagan,” I said as I read her text saying they had arrived at the airport.
“For free?”
“Did you tell her she could go to the front desk?”
“I did.” I was typing my reply to my mother, asking them to let me know once they landed in Boston when I heard Reagan snap. “Can you please put down your phone when I’m talking? It’s really rude.”
I murmured an apology. A fucking apology because she now genuinely looked upset.
