Page 3 of What Happens in Paradise

‘I see. I’ll head to the restaurant now to double-check.’

‘Perfect. I knew I could count on you.’

‘Thanks.’

As I headed towards the door, a warm sensation filled my chest. I prided myself on making sure things ran like clockwork and I was glad that Hazel was finally starting to recognise my worth.

She’d only worked at the hotel for a few months, so we were still building a relationship. Hazel was the one I needed to impress to secure the promotion I’d wanted for ages, so it was good that I was on the right track.

Seeing as she’d just complimented me, now would be a good time to ask about my progression.

‘Actually, Hazel.’ I turned back to face her. ‘I wondered if you’d given any more thought to my promotion?’

‘There might be something in the pipeline,’ she replied and a wave of happiness swept through me. That sounded promising. ‘I should know more in the next few days.’

‘Thank you!’ I said, trying to contain my excitement.

‘Report back once you’ve spoken to Alejandro to confirm that everything’s set for tonight, okay?’

‘Will do.’

I closed her office door, then took a deep breath. I didn’t know why my heart was still racing.

So what if Alejandro was in charge of preparing the VIP’s dinner? All I had to do was check he had the info then leave. Simple. No big deal.

After popping into my office to swipe on a fresh coat of glossy nude lipstick, powder my nose and check my smooth, jet-black, shoulder-length hair hadn’t gone frizzy in the heat, I took another deep breath then strode to the restaurant.

Just as I stepped through the back door, my phone chimed with a message. I was about to type out a reply when I crashed into something hard and my phone flew to the ground.

‘I am sorry!’ a deep voice boomed as I realised the hard thing I’d crashed into was a very muscular chest.

As his unmistakable, deep, woody scent flooded my senses, I instantly knew it washimI’d bumped into.

My pulse rocketed.

My lips parted.

My body tingled.

I was about to close my eyes and inhale his delicious scent again when I snapped out of my thoughts, quickly stepped back then looked up at him.

Oh. My. God.

How was it possible that he got more attractive every time I saw him?

I swallowed hard, drinking him in.

Alejandro was standing inches away from me in a crisp, white chef’s jacket with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

His dark, wavy hair looked like it’d been freshly trimmed. His clean-shaven, olive skin looked silky smooth and his hypnotic, light-brown eyes sparkled.

The phrasetall, dark and handsomewas made for him. This man was 6ft 2 of pure hotness. Such a shame he was too young for me.

And it was an even bigger shame that we worked together.

‘Are you okay?’ He said in his deep, rich, ridiculously sexy, Spanish accent, which almost caused me to melt into a puddle on the floor.

Then I remembered, I was standing here, jaw open, drooling like a teenager swooning over their favourite pop star.

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