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“Just keep an eye on him. No groom, no wedding. And while Five Diamond would still get to keep the fat deposit, I’d rather have the wedding and the honeymoon at our properties.”
“I think that’s more his future brother-in-law’s job.” And Bastien Ainsworth was welcome to it.
“You know the area. Steer him away from trouble when you can.”
Great. Now, she was a glorified babysitter to spoiled rich boys. While she was trying not to sputter into the phone, Kirk hung up.
Her phone rang almost immediately afterward.
It was the client, and she answered it on the first ring. “Yes, Mr. Ainsworth?”
“Bastien,” he corrected smoothly.
There was a smokiness to his voice that made Mikelina’s toes curl. He didn’t sound how she had expected him to. His emails sometimes had been curt and borderline rude. She couldn’t wait to see what he really looked like when she met him to give him the tour of the house.
Over the past several weeks, she’d gone back and forth picturing him as a trust fund, Ivy League slacker with nothing better to do than make her job difficult, or as the son of a rock star with too much money and not enough people telling him no. She hadn’t so much as found a picture of him on social media or gotten an idea on what he was really like, but she knew his type. She had gone to high school and college with men like him.
“I have a few more requests,” he went on.
“Of course,” she said brightly, even though her fingers tightened on her purse strap. He was arriving tomorrow morning and she could only hope he didn’t ask for something ridiculous like a bowl full of M&M’s—but only the green ones.
“I’d like to have enough beach towels to last us the week.”
“You’ll have two per person and the maids will launder them daily.” And if you had read the paperwork you were sent a month ago, you’d already know that. “Is that sufficient?”
“Make it three per person. What about bathing suits?” he barked.
“What about them?” she snapped, before she could stop herself. Mikelina recovered quickly, though. “Do you need me to have an assortment available?” She looked at her watch. She could just get to her friend Abbie’s surf shop before it closed. It would be a good score for her. Five Diamond Resorts would buy them and add the cost to Bastien Ainsworth’s bill—with a significant markup, of course.
“Yes. Ten male board shorts, size large.”
“Not a problem. I’ll have a selection put in each bedroom as well as the extra towels. Any female sizes?” Abbie had gorgeous hand-painted batik bikinis.
“No,” he said curtly.
Right. Bachelor party. Who needed bikinis?
“Very well,” Mikelina said smoothly. “Was there anything else?”
“Not at the moment.”
Oh goody.
“Please don’t hesitate to call me if something comes up,” she added. “Otherwise, I’ll meet you at the property tomorrow around eleven.”
“Make it ten.”
She rolled her eyes. The contract specified eleven. But whatever. “I’ll see you then.” After hanging up with him, she tossed her phone into her gigantic shoulder bag and headed over to South Beach Surf. It was a quick walk down the quiet, residential area streets.
Mikelina kept her head up high as people looked the other way or glared at her as she passed. She had nothing to do with her father’s schemes. She had been in New York, but Tanner Presley had hurt a lot of people in this neighborhood. Of course, he had hurt his family most of all.
Her phone rang again. Now what?
“Yes, Mr. Ainsworth?” She forced sweetness and light into her tone.
“I would like to review the schedule for the next two weeks with you.”
“Of course,” she said through her teeth. She had it memorized. “I have double-checked all your reservations and I emailed you the confirmation numbers yesterday. You’re all set.”
