She stared at me blankly. “I screwed up like eight times.”
“I counted six,” I admitted.
I know you’re not really supposed to tell people when they screw up, but why lie to her about it? I could help her, and if I just told her she was fine, then she would know I was lying. The look on her face told me it wasn’t what she wanted to hear.
“Great, I bet she noticed them all.”
“So what? I’m sure she still screws up.” I shrugged. “I know I do.”
“You do?” I could tell by the look on her face that she didn’t believe me.
“Of course, I do!” I laughed. “Trust me, I’m nowhere near perfect. I screw up all the time. I’m sure Melina would be happy to tell you all about it!” And I already knew all the stories she would want to tell. “But uh, let’s avoid that, alright?” I laughed softly. “The point is, I’m proud of you … and it will get easier.”
Ten months later
I hadn’t believed Dean when he told me it would get easier, but he was honestly right.
Don’t get me wrong, it was still hard. But I was learning fast, and I jumped head first into the deep end of the pool and was learning to tread water.
It was my second month with an open shop. Dean had managed to get a friend’s help, and we’d found somewhere right on the strip that was renting. Of course, it wasn’t the center of the strip, but it was still considered on the strip, and that was what mattered. Of course, I’d taken Katie’s advice, and we were selling online as well.
“Hi.” I beamed as the bell above our door rang, and someone came in. “Is there anything I can help you with or are you just browsing?”
“Actually, we’re staying at a hotel just down the street.” My heart skipped a beat. Turns out Dean had a bunch of connections, some of which were in the hotel world. I’d managed to get a couple of them to give me a shot. I had a total of four hotels featuring my products, and was even thinking about reaching out to some of the major casinos that had hotels attached to them. “They said the hot chocolates in our room were from a local place. Is this it?”
“Sure is!” I approached the couple who had just entered my shop. They looked like they might be in their 60s, both with gray hair but very fit. The man wasn’t paying much attention, but the woman looked thrilled.
“Oh great! I had a cup today and just thought it would be perfect to take back to my daughter.”
“Did you try the peaches and cream?” I asked, my eyes sparkling. “It’s our top seller; I always make sure to give the hotels lots of samples.” The woman’s eyes widened giving me an answer before she spoke. “Come on, I’ve got some samples of it out.” I led the way to the left where I kept my samples. That had been Dean’s idea, and it sure did bring in a lot of sales.
It didn’t take long to help the couple out, and by the time they left, I had an extra $73 added to my business bank account.
Of course, I still had an investor helping out, and she had been more helpful than just her money! I honestly didn’t know what I would have done without all this help, and I knew that. Of course, no one else was willing to admit it.
I glanced at the clock, and my heart skipped a beat. Almost closing time. As much as I loved my job, it was nice every day when I got off.
I made my way through the store and tidied everything up; come 6:00, I was ready to leave and had my work bag packed up. I made my way outside. The sun hadn’t begun to set yet, but with the casino open late now, I was closing early and heading over there to help out with anything they needed assistance with—Lord knows, Dean and Melina helped me on their days off.
“I brought dinner!” I gave them each a grin as I entered Dean’s office to see them both sitting there with sour looks on their face. “What’s wrong?”
“Natalie quit.” Melina sounded sad. “She’s … she’s decided to be a stay at home mom.”
My jaw dropped. It had been a while since I’d seen Natalie, but I hadn’t realized she had a baby on the way. “Oh my goodness! We should throw her a baby shower!”
I dropped a bag filled with burgers and fries on Dean’s desk before pulling one out for myself. I unwrapped it, my stomach grumbling. I took a huge bite as Dean and Melina reached for their own burger.
Dean let out a sound of pleasure as he took a bite of his.
“So,” I said through a mouthful of food, “did you still want that gift basket?” Dean was going to be having some special promotion at the casino, and they were doing a couple giveaways; he’d asked if I wanted to put a gift basket together for it. I think part of it was that he was hoping to get a discount or free item for the prizes—after all, he was a good businessman, but I think it was more than that. I think he wanted to help me out.
“Do you still want to do it?”
I nodded. “I have a couple options for you to pick from, or you can have them all.” I shrugged. I’d been bored and put together a few. If he didn’t want them, I would see if someone else did. The more marketing I could do, the better, that’s what I was beginning to learn, at least.
Dean’s eyes sparkled as he stared at me. I couldn’t believe it had almost been a year since we met. It had been a hell of a crazy year, between having someone hold a gun to my head and having some woman try to steal Dean from me, but we were working through things together, and that was all that mattered to me. I was still in therapy, even though my therapist had long ago said I didn’t need to be, but I found it helpful. It kept me on track.
As I finished my burger, I reached for a handful of fries and stuffed them in my mouth before wiping my hands on my jeans. “Alright, so what do you need help with?”
Even though I was running my own business, I was still working part-time at the casino, more so to help than anything else, which meant I was getting paid for it, although I wasn’t normally out on the floor anymore.
Melina stood. “I’ll leave you two to the rest of the work; I want to be on the floor in case anyone needs anything.” She turned to me. “See you later.”
“See you!” I called as she left the room, closing the door behind her. Dean grinned widely.
“I’m so glad it’s just the two of us.”
I smiled. “Same.”
We didn’t get much time alone anymore. Between my mom always wanting to see us, and Katie and her boyfriend hanging around at the apartment to help with the new flavors. I leaned over his desk and placed a quick kiss on his cheek. “So, how was your day, babe?”
“It wasn’t bad.” Dean let out a deep breath. “How was your day?”
“Long, but the shop is doing well. It’s actually doing really well.” I smiled. “And it’s all thanks to you.”
“I helped a little. You’re the one doing all the hard work.” He smirked, pulling me off the chair and into his arms, his lips touching mine gently.
My fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer to me. I prayed no one would come bother us. His hands traced over the curves of my body, and I nipped his lower lip playfully before pulling away.
“Come on, let’s get this work done so we can get home.”
THE END
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Sarah J. Brooks
Copyright © 2015 by Sarah J. Brooks
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Cassie
“Can you b
elieve this beach, Cassie?” Emma asked me. We were stretched out on lounge chairs on the sweetest white sand beach I’d ever seen. The ocean before us, all of the usual noises of a luxurious resort were all set against the backdrop of constant, rushing waves. I looked around at the activities on the beach: in the water there were paddle boarders attacking the waves and even a few surfers who were trying to catch the swell. Out of the water, almost everyone on the beach was a mirror of Emma and me, laying on lounge chairs with cocktails all around.
“I can’t believe we’re actually here,” I sighed, closing my eyes and laying back. We had just gotten in to Belize that morning, and we’d spent most of the day traveling to the small, private island that contained Legacy, an ultra-luxurious resort known for its properties around the world. Emma and I had saved our money for over a year to be able to afford it, and, finally, here we were. The timing couldn’t have been better. Not only was it absolutely frigid in New York City, but I’d also just finally landed a position with International Travel, Inc. with their journalism department. Their magazine, Destination, was the hottest travel magazine around right now. It was my job to travel to various hotels around the world and report not only on their tourism aspects, but also on other elements: were the hotels and resorts ecologically responsible, did they sustain the local economy or bleed it dry, that sort of thing. It was my dream job, and one I’d been working for since I’d graduated from college four years earlier. My first internship had been in their solicitations department when I was a senior in college. Now, at age twenty-five, I had finally landed the job I anticipated to be my career for the rest of my life.
The sun beat down on my body and warmed me completely through. The smell of suntan lotion was thick in the air. I had just finished rubbing some SPF 8 into my skin, starting with my feet and ending with my stomach, exposed between the two halves of my black bikini, when a shadow blocked the sun on my legs.
“Excuse me, ladies, can I get you a beverage?”
I cracked one eye open and shielded my eyes from the sun. A Belizean man in white pants and a t-shirt with the resort’s logo over the right breast pocket stood at the feet of our lounge chairs.
“What do you say, Emma, should we get this vacation started?”
“I don’t see why we would wait any longer,” she said with a grin. We ordered two pina coladas and, while we waited, we went into the ocean for a bit. When our drinks arrived, Emma signed for them, and we clinked glasses.
“I can’t believe you’re going to be doing this for your job,” Emma said. “And me, sitting in my cubicle like a complete chump.”
“It’s not going to be like this,” I said. “For one, you won’t be with me. It’s going to be all work and no play most of the time.” Emma shot me a look that said she didn’t believe me for a second, and I protested. “Seriously! I’m going to be doing interviews, not laying at the beach.”
“I’m sure you’ll find a few moments to maybe pretend you’re on vacation,” she said dryly.
I laughed. “Okay, okay, maybe I’ll find some time to squeeze in a few minutes at, you know, ever major beach in the world. And, maybe a few cocktails too. But I won’t enjoy a second of it, just for you, I promise. I’ll text you regular selfies of how miserable I am.”
“You know, you should try to interview the owner of Legacy while we’re here. It would be pretty impressive to your boss if you used your own vacation to snag an interview with the owner of your resort.”
“That’s not a bad idea,” I said. “But, it’s doubtful that the owner is even here. Usually my schedule will be set around when they’re in town, which takes at least a few weeks to coordinate. Especially someone as prominent as the owner of Legacy; I don’t even know who the guy is. But, the Legacy chain is worldwide. He’s probably off in Egypt this week or something.”
“True,” Emma said. “Guess this week we’ll just have to drink and lay out until we pass out from sheer happiness.”
We got a good start on it that day, that was for sure. By the time the sun had shifted across the sky and late afternoon came around, we’d signed off on another three or four rounds of pina coladas and earned ourselves a decent pink hue that would either deepen to a sunburn or turn to a tan by the next morning.
“Are you hungry?” I asked. “We could go change for dinner. I’m going to want a shower.”
“Definitely,” Emma said. We gathered our magazines, iPods, and the resort’s towels and returned to our suite. My journalistic eye was strong and I was noticing the details of this resort and how it stood out from almost every other place I’d vacationed. Emma had heard about this place from someone at her work, and, so far, it was extremely impressive.
Everyone who stayed at the resort stayed in a suite; there were no small rooms. The resort was enormous and encompassed nearly the entire island, which was less than a mile across. Because it was an island and the resort so large, nearly every room had an ocean view. There were some so-called garden rooms, for people who thought the waves might awaken them, but the vast majority overlooked the ocean. Our room was on the ninth floor. It had three rooms: a sitting room and two bedrooms. The bathroom was off the sitting room, and the sitting room also contained a small kitchenette. While Emma showered, I sat outside on the balcony and watched people walk along the beach. There were some runners, some late afternoon sun bathers, and, of course, couples walking hand in hand waiting for the sun to set.
After I showered, I put on a light sundress I’d bought for the trip. I towel dried my hair and noticed that the sun had already begun to bring some highlights to the copper. I’d been growing out my hair for ages, and it was now several inches past my shoulders. Though I usually wore it up for work, tonight I opted to let it flow over my shoulders. I clipped it up on one side, put on a small bit of make up to accentuate the blue of my eyes, and I called it good.
“Are you ready to go?” I asked Emma.
“Definitely,” she said. She had worn a dress as well, and, as we walked down to dinner, I knew we looked absolutely amazing. I hadn’t seen many single guys running around the resort; it seemed to be more of a honeymoon destination place… but I could always hope. It had been ages since I’d had a date or been with a guy. My last relationship seemed like a hundred years ago, even though we had just broken up about a year ago. I was twenty-five and decent looking, curvy, I’d been told, in all the right places and none of the wrong ones, and I was ready to get back out into the field.
“I wonder if there will be any cute guys at the bar,” Emma said, echoing my own thoughts.
“I hope so,” I said. We walked into the restaurant, which was divided in half. A large bar took up nearly a quarter of the space, and bar stools and high top tables surrounded it. On the other half of the room, a more formal dining atmosphere, as formal as anything got in Belize, took up the rest of the space. The bar, because it was open to the beach and ocean, didn’t have the same luxury feel as the rooms; it was far more locally decorated. The furniture was made of bamboo and wood, and palm fronds decorated most of the walls.
We sat at one of the tables, and, within a minute, a server wearing the same uniform as the one who had brought us our cocktails on the beach brought us menus. Everything on the menu looked good, so we ordered some traditional Belizean fare and, of course, a couple of cocktails.
“Ladies, would you mind if we joined you?” I looked up and saw not one but two absolutely gorgeous men standing next to our table. “All of the other tables are taken, and we’re starving.” The blond man was speaking, and his friend, with black hair, stood next to him.
“Sure!” Emma said brightly. She moved over and motioned for me to do the same. The blonde sat next to me, while his friend sat next to Emma. Their names were Tom and Marty, and they were celebrating Tom’s graduation from med school. I thought Emma’s eyes were going to pop right out of her head when he said that, and I burst out laughing.
“What?” Marty, the one with black hair, said to me.
“Nothing,” I said, feeling Emma kick me lightly under the table, which only made me laugh more. I’d had enough cocktails during the day to think most anything was funny, but this was absolutely hilarious. “Emma and I are just really glad that all of the tables were full!” I grinned, flirting with Marty the best I could. It was obvious that Emma had claimed Dr. Tom.
“Well, we’re going to buy you ladies some drinks in exchange for letting us sit with you and completely interrupt your evening,” Tom said.
“That’s okay!” Emma said brightly.
“Emma, let the men buy us some drinks,” I said, and we all laughed again.
The entire night was like that: nonstop laughter. We sat at the table well into the night, talking and laughing, telling stories that weren’t even funny but sent us all into gales of laughter anyway. It was as though we’d known each other for ages. Finally, the temperature cooled down enough to drive Emma and I back toward our room.
“Are you guys going to be around tomorrow?” Emma asked as we all made our way from the restaurant to the elevator.
“We’re going to go on a scuba expedition that’s going to take most of the day,” Tom said. “We’re heading to the blue hole. But I think we’ll be back by dinner?”
“I think so,” Marty said. “If you don’t mind, we may crash your table again.”
“I don’t think we’d mind at all,” I said. “I’d love to hear about the dive. Emma, too, right?” I nudged her and she dissolved into giggles.
“Goodnight!” Emma called, waving as the elevator arrived. “See you tomorrow!”
“Come on, drunky,” I said, dragging Emma into the elevator.
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