Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 108846 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 544(@200wpm)___ 435(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108846 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 544(@200wpm)___ 435(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
“And what shit do you need to get sorted, Ronan? Rent for the condo you share?” He leans back in his chair, a triumphant expression on his face as if he’s already won. The truth is, he probably has. I don’t have anything tying me down here. This new salary is more than enough to cover my rent—which is higher now with Ryan moved out—and wipe out my student loans, forget the perks of a company vehicle and paid accommodations.
I’d only be committing myself for six months.
Still … that’s a long time in a place where I don’t know anyone, while I prove to this arrogant prick that his gut isn’t always right.
A thought strikes me. “Hiring decisions are mine?”
“Theoretically, yes. A lot of the staff is already in place. We still need to fill seasonal roles, which we’ll do at this Friday’s job fair. Your managers will take care of that, but you’ll oversee final decisions.”
“So I could bring in my own people?”
“You have people?” he asks smugly.
I grin. “One extremely annoying person.”
Henry’s lips twist with his curse. “Let me guess …”
“Hey, you’re asking me to pick up my life in three days, and I don’t know a soul there besides Belinda, and we both know exactly how that’s going to go.” After that fateful day, she avoided Connor and me like we were carrying no less than ten communicable diseases. “Besides, Con and I are a package deal.” We’ve been attached at the hip since the day I stepped off the plane two years ago. Something tells me he will riot if I don’t negotiate on his behalf.
“That’ll leave Charles two bodies short,” Henry says after a moment.
“You and I both know he can replace us like that.” I snap my fingers.
With a heavy sigh, he concedes. “If you want to bring your man-child with you, that’s your call.” He leans in, suddenly serious. “But this is not Wolf Cove. I can’t have my director of operations fucking every staff member there.”
“It would only be the female staff.” The flat look I get back has me retreating. “Those days are done, I promise you.” I’m not about to admit that I haven’t had sex since New Year’s Eve and even that interaction left me feeling hollow.
“Yes, Abbi alluded to that.” He hesitates. “You’ll be senior management, and Wolf Hotels has strict policies in place about managers engaging in intimate relationships with their subordinates …”
His words drown out with my bark of laughter.
A ghost of a smile grazes his lips. “Fair enough, but the policy is real, even if I didn’t follow it.”
“Can I hire my own assistant?”
“No. Belinda has taken care of that, and he is getting your office ready as we speak.”
“Probably wise.” When Henry replaced Abbi, it was with Miles—a gangly, nervous guy who Abbi never has to be jealous of.
“Also, the neighbor is off-limits.”
I frown. “The hotel’s neighbor?”
“The owner of the property beside us, yes. They’ve caused me plenty of legal issues and I’m dealing with them accordingly.”
“That sounds ominous.”
“They picked the fight. And they’ll end up regretting it, believe me. Now, unless there’s something else, sign that and get your ass to admin.” Henry Wolf doesn’t wait for my answer, sliding out of his chair and strolling out of the Pacific Room without another backward glance.
33. Ronan
“Come on, man. It’s been ten hours. Can we switch it up?” We left Miami before sunrise with our belongings stuffed in the back seat, and I’ve been subjected to Connor’s never-ending country music playlist the entire ride.
“You can listen to whatever you want when you’re the one driving.”
I throw my hands up in the air. “I said I’d drive!”
“Yeah, but no one else handles sweet Darla.” He smooths his hands over the steering wheel of his fully loaded, limited edition red Bronco.
“Am I gonna find you with your dick jammed into the fuel hole one day?”
“It’s too small for me,” he retorts, as if the thought has already crossed his mind.
I shake my head. “If you paid half as much attention to the women you hook up with as you do this thing …” Connor drove Darla off the lot four months ago and has spent every day fawning over her since, polishing rims and wiping off dust that dares to settle.
“I must be doing something right ’cause the ladies keep coming back.” He winks at the elderly toll booth operator as he hands her four bucks, earning her cackle. Cranking the volume up as he passes through the gate, he shouts, “Quit bitching, boss! We’re almost there!”
“Stop calling me that.” My stomach flips with excitement as we head for the three-and-a-half-mile bridge that connects the peninsula to the mainland.
Henry Wolf wasn’t exaggerating when he said he wanted me at Mermaid Beach in three days. Within an hour of me accepting the position, I was signing my life away in front of an HR manager and choosing my company car. The deal included a one-way plane ticket, but I decided to keep Connor company on the ride here.