Page 91 of The Making of Jonty Bloom
Jonty checked in two more couples before he got a chance to use the computer. He googledRavi supermodel.Ravi Mohnish was the only one he could find. He searched images and kept his finger ready to shut the page if anyone came.
The Asian guy was tall and slim with beautiful long dark hair and big brown eyes, his cheekbones sharp enough to cut cheese. He modelled for a lot of big names. Jonty sighed.What did I expect?He closed the page, deleted his browsing history and looked up to see Ravi Mohnish walking down the stairs towards the desk. Jonty wanted to laugh at the coincidence, but he couldn’t. Where did you spend the night, Ravi?
Jonty put a smile on his face. “How can I help you?”
Ravi held out his hand, palm up, his gaze rising from Jonty’s name badge to his face. “The key to Wave, please. I’ve lost mine.”
Like fuck you have.“I’m sorry, but Mr Smith will have to ask for it himself.”
Ravi rolled his rather lovely chocolate eyes.Bastard.“I stepped out for a moment and the door closed behind me.”
“That is…unfortunate. But sorry. I have to follow hotel rules. How do I know you’re not a thief or an assassin or a vampire? Or a thieving vampire assassin?”
Ravi gaped at him, then shrugged. “Fine. I want earplugs put in my room. The noise the seagulls make is appalling.”
“I’ll arrange for them to be shot.”Or you.
“Good.” He stalked off towards the stairs that led to the pool and the gym.
Jonty didn’t want to believe Ravi had been in Devan’s room. Wouldn’t he have answered the knock on the door? Jonty thought about it. While Vincent had been telling him off when he’d come down from Wave, he’d thought he heard a door open. He checked which room Ravi was in. Second floor, so had Ravi heard what had been said?
He headed for the kitchen and was reaching for the packet of mini marshmallows when Wayne caught him.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
Jonty took two marshmallows from the packet. “For a guest.”
“And does the guest want fucking hot chocolate to go with them?”
“No. Coffee. Weird, isn’t it?”
Jonty fled upstairs, went into the cleaning supply cupboard and found a tiny plastic bag that he could put theear plugsin and left them by the side of Ravi’s bed. He’d just returned to the front desk when Vincent reappeared.
“A guest in the hot tub has placed a drinks order.” He handed Jonty a slip of paper. “I’ll take over here and you deal with it.”
Jonty went to the bar in the lounge, currently manned by Sophia. There were a lot of people in there and a group of young men congregating around the bar, so Jonty decided he’d handle the order himself.Bottle of Laurent Perrier. Four glasses. A mojito.The champagne was no problem, but he had to guess at how to make the mojito without his phone to give him the quantities of the ingredients.
He made more than he needed to in the cocktail shaker and taste-tested it a few times before he decided it was fine, just minty enough. With everything loaded onto a tray, including plastic glasses, he went downstairs, and out through the back of the pool area onto the terrace. Ravi was in the bubbling hot tub with four women.
“Ah our drinks,” Ravi said. “What took you so long? We’re dying of thirst here.”
“Sorry.” Jonty smiled. Sorry cost him nothing. “Would you like me to pour?”
“Go ahead.”
Jonty opened the champagne, shivered as a blast of cold wind came straight off the sea. “Who wants the mojito?” he asked.
“That’s for me.” Ravi held out his hand.
Jonty distributed the champagne first. All of the women were young. He wasn’t sure that a couple of them were old enough to drink, but Ravi wasn’t going to be ravishing them. Jonty wondered if they knew he was gay. It seemed obvious to him but…
He handed Ravi his mojito.
“Wait while I taste it.” Ravi sipped through the straw and screwed up his face. “What did you put in this?”
“Limes, mint, sugar, ice, rum, soda water.”And I wish I’d spat in it.
“Not enough mint. Go and make me another.”
