Page 14 of Two of a Kind
Chapter Ten
Sate had been a calculatedrisk, but taking risks was part of who he was. Hedonism was, and always would be, profitable, and this new resort of his was no exception. Less than a year after completion, it was already turning a profit and projections for the future were through the roof.
Spencer was pleased, but not surprised. He always weighed his options carefully, and he rarely lost. Especially when it came to women.
In fact, there was only one time in his adult life where he hadn’t succeeded, but it had all worked out in the end.
His engagement to Maggie Flynn, now Maggie Callaghan, had been doomed from the start. Maggie was a good woman, and she had spirit, but their pairing had been based primarily on a business objective—Maggie had prime agricultural land and his father, the then CEO of Dumas Industries, had wanted it. Still, they could have made it work had it not been for one glaring obstacle—Maggie was a one-man woman, and Spencer was, and never would be, capable of limiting himself to one woman.
When Maggie thought to surprise him at the office one night and caught himin flagrante delictowith his buxom young secretary ... well, that had ended any hopes of attaining the rights to her land. His father hadn’t been pleased.
It had proven to be a costly lesson, but a necessary one. He wouldn’t make the same mistake again. He kept his dalliances strings-free, kept business out of the bedroom, and sought out only those of a similar mindset. Like the sexy vixen who had come in only a few minutes earlier.
Tall, toned, and gorgeous, she commanded attention. Heads turned in her direction, and she accepted every lascivious glance as though it was her due.
That kind of confidence was damned sexy in a woman. There was experience in that slight twist of her lips. Wisdom. Passion.
“Dominic,” Spencer quietly uttered the man’s name, knowing he was hovering around somewhere. As the general manager, Dominic hadn’t been more than an arm’s length from him since he had arrived in his private helicopter a few hours earlier. The man was as eager to please as he was excellent at his job.
“Yes, Mr. Dumas?”
“That woman. Is she alone?”
There was no need to specify which woman to whom he was referring. Dominic’s gaze was where every other man’s was. “It would appear that way, sir.”
Spencer clicked his tongue impatiently. “Find out.”
“Yes, sir.”
While Dominic scuttled away, Spencer sipped his drink and observed. He wanted to see how she reacted to Rico, the young bartender. The guy had a charm most women found irresistible.
That was the key, Spencer had realized early on. There were any number of places willing to cater to the wealthy, but Sate would appeal to more than just their need for pampering and opulence. Sate would make them feelwanted. Desired. Appreciated. He had personally hand-picked the staff with exactly that in mind.
The client-facing employees, those who interacted regularly with guests, were not only physically attractive, but oozing sex appeal, as well. Each and every one had gone through a rigorous selection process and, once chosen, had been required to complete a mandatory three-month training program and held to the highest standards.
Spencer watched her body language. The woman at the bar liked what she saw, but she wasn’t interested. That ratcheted his interest up another notch. What exactly would interest her?
