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“I’ll get there on time,” Max says. “I’ll leave early and avoid the traffic.”

My pulse quickens as I eavesdrop.

“No, stop worrying, my angel. I’ll be there.”

I can’t breathe.

I used to be his angel. It seems heaven is pretty full.

Couldn’t you have found a new nickname for Danielle?

Today is too bloody hard.

7

Bonnie

The Jacuzzi is in a hut tucked away at the back of the grounds, perfect for hiding. No one has used it since we got here because the lure of alcoholic bubbles is stronger.

I push open the hut’s doors and stop short when I see the last person I want to see sprawled out in the Jacuzzi.

The damn nipple ring twinkles, teasing me.

“Do you think I have time to clean up your mess?” Mr. Big Dick snarls down the phone.

I draw in a sharp breath. Jesus Christ, the man has me on edge within seconds.

"I’ll come back later,” I mouth as he locks eyes with me.

I get a grunt in response. He shakes his head and beckons me with his hand like a king summoning a servant.

I start to leave.

“Bonnie, wait,” he says in his deep gruff voice.

“It’s fine. I’ll come back when you’re finished.”

His dark eyes flare with annoyance. “One minute,” he barks into the phone. “Do I have a contagious disease I’m not aware of? Get in the hot tub.”

I glower at him.

Bossy bastard. Somebody needs to put this guy in his place.

“You don’t need to leave because I’m here. You’re making me feel like an ogre. Give me two minutes and I’ll be off this call, okay?” His gaze falls to my breasts then abruptly he returns to his phone call.

My face heats as I tug my bikini top self-consciously. Walking out now will look like a snub. Probably not the best networking strategy.

Awkwardly, I remove my shorts, fussing with my bikini triangles to not give him an eyeful. From snippets I catch, he’s talking about his new hotel in Waterloo, central London. It’ll be the tallest hotel in Europe when it’s finished. At thirty-eight, he’s only ten years older than me, but with how he talks, it seems like fifty.

Whoever’s on the other end of the phone has fucked up or is in the process of fucking up. I’m nervous for them.

I’ve never seen Mr. Big Dick in work mode. Max and the other seniors have led discussions whenever we’ve worked for Lexington. Maybe it’s a good thing.

My crotch is directly in his line of sight as I step into the tub and I pray I have no stray hairs. My grooming regime slackened after the break-up. In the dark days of the split, I sported a full bush. Removing body hair seemed fruitless when there was no-one to admire the results. Yesterday was the first time I had a full bikini wax in six months.

A new beginning.

Water splashes up against his phone as I slosh into the Jacuzzi. “Sorry.” I wince.

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