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As smart as Wilson thought Eden and Martin were, they surrounded themselves with dumb muscle heads.
“I’ll steer clear.”
I walked the suite. Like the living room, the rest of the rooms were flawless. I sure hoped Martin was tipping the cleaners well. I made a mental note to check in with the staff. I might not be able to get Martin to a table but I sure as hell would make sure he was treating my staff well.
Holy hell.
My tips.
Martin had been generous with his gratuity. The thought made my belly coil in repulsion. He was tipping me with dirty money. Not just dirty, but dirty with a capital D.
What was I supposed to do now, turn him down when he offered me money? Turn it into Wilson?
I didn’t want it but neither could I change the way I interacted with him.
What a mess.
“She’s asking too many questions.” I heard Gavin’s angry voice through the cracked door.
I slowed my pace to listen.
“Eden’s on top of it,” another man said.
“I told her not to bring that bitch. She hasn’t learned her place.”
“Careful, Gavin,” the man warned. “You need to remember your place. If Eden says she’s on top of it, she’s on top of it. She’s breakin’ her in. Young and fresh are hard to come by.”
“The bitch bit me. She doesn’t even know how to suck cock.”
Revulsion washed over me.
“Is there a problem, Atlee?” George asked from the mouth of the hall.
Shit.
Crap.
Fuck.
Think…
“Yes. The door frames haven’t been properly waxed.”
Good Lord, that was the best I could come up with?
“I’ll send the cleaners back to rectify the issue and make sure everything has been properly polished. My apologies for the inconvenience.”
I resumed walking down the hall when the library door swung open. Gavin and a man I hadn’t seen before appeared in front of me.
“Miss Levine,” Gavin greeted, eyeing me with more speculation than I liked.
“Gavin.” I plastered on my best professional smile. “I was just explaining to George I’m going to schedule another cleaning. It shouldn’t take long. I’d love to reserve a cabana for you for your inconvenience. All drinks will be comped, of course.”
Gavin turned to look at the door.
Shit, he’d heard my excuse.
“Is this what you’re talking about?” He pointed to a minuscule scruff on the frame.
