Page 93 of What Happens in Paradise

‘I am familiar with the saying.’ I smiled. ‘But I really think this could be something. It is not just about the sex.’

‘Remember our last conversation about how many billions of women there are in the world?’

‘I would not care if there were three trillion. Jasmine is the only one I want.’

‘You’re serious, aren’t you?’ Lola let out a loud sigh.

‘Sí.’

‘Bloody hell,’ she said and hearing her say such a British phrase with her Spanish accent made me smile. ‘And how doesshefeel?’

‘I do not know. I have asked if we can meet to talk tomorrow. Away from the hotel.’

‘Has she agreed?’

‘I am still waiting for her to reply.’

‘Keep me updated and be careful. Don’t go to each other’s rooms. Don’t do anything at the hotel. No sneaking off to storerooms or hiding around corners. People always get caught doing that shit.’

‘Sounds like you are speaking from experience.’ I raised an eyebrow.

‘I may or may not have hooked up with a waiter when I was working at a hotel in my early twenties. And getting caughtmayhave been the reason I was asked to leave.’

‘This is news to me!’ I smiled.

‘I was hardly going to share this information with my little brother, was I? Anyway, this isn’t about me. This is about damage control. Before you get in any deeper, you need to make sure you’re both on the same page. I don’t want you to lose your job over this – especially if she doesn’t feel the same.’

As much as I hated to admit it, Lola was right.

‘Understood.’

‘Anyway, I better go. I just wanted to check you were okay.’

‘Gracias. And everything is good with you?’

‘Yeah. Same old, same old. Not all of us can be having fun on a gorgeous tropical island. Some of us have to stare out of an office window and see grey skies in London.’

‘You love it really!’

‘I love London and my husband. But I don’t love the weather.’

‘You cannot have everything you want.’

‘No. Remember that when you’re thinking about shagging your boss again and throwing away your career.’

Touché.

‘Point taken. Enjoy your day.’

I ended the call then looked at my messages.

My heart jumped.

Jasmine had read my text.

Thetyping…message flashed on the screen.

She was replying.

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