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“Take a seat.”
Kalei Kahue gestured to the two chairs placed in front of his desk. Ron shuffled in like a dog with its tail between its legs, and Jessica followed. She attempted to make eye contact with the resort director, but he looked away as she passed him. Her perfume wafted by his nostrils, causing a momentary intoxication to ripple through his synapses. Once she passed him, Kalei’s eyes traveled down her curvy frame and stole a glimpse of her ass hugged by her crochet beach shorts. A wave of fluttery sensation rolled through his chest and stomach. He closed his eyes.
Focus, Kalei, he thought.
He reached with his eyes for a focal point on the far wall and walked around his desk as he clung to it with his stare.
“Thank you for coming in today, Mr. and Mrs. Stroker.”
Jessica’s leaned back, crossed her legs, and grinned.
“Our pleasure, Mr. Director, sir. We’ll come whenever you want us to.”
Ron pressed his lips together, almost grinning.
Kalei swallowed hard as he took a seat and folded his hands in front of him on his desk.
“I asked you to come in today to talk to you about some complaints I’ve received from a few of our guests.”
Kalei tried to get a handle on the rapid blinking of his eyes as he cleared his throat and glanced up at Jessica.
“Mrs. Stroker...”
Her eyes twinkled as she grinned and stared at him.
“Call me Jessica. Or call me whatever you want, Mr. Director.”
He squirmed, glimpsing her teeth biting her grinning bottom lip.
“Right. So, a few of our guests have come to me concerned about your attire.”
Her gaze on Kalei paralyzed him and made his heart pound in his chest.
“And how do you feel about my attire, Kalei?”
“Um... I didn’t ask you here to share my opinion of your attire, Jessica.”
“But you have one.”
“Personal feelings aside, as Director of this resort, I have to listen when guests come to me with complaints. Especially when it’s not just one guest.”
Ron interjected.
“What are the complaints, exactly?”
“I’ve been told that Mrs. Stroker... Jessica... has been wearing very skimpy bikinis on our beach. Or going topless.”
He shuddered.
“Or even completely naked.”
“Well, now, that would be very naughty of me, wouldn’t it? Someone should spank me.”
His heart fluttered.
“Please, Mrs. Stroker.”
“Jessica,” she replied.
“Please, Jessica. This is a serious matter.”
She sat up straight and placed her hands on her knee, leaning forward as her eyes narrowed on Kalei.
“Let me guess. Huda complained. And maybe Jennifer?”
“I’m not at liberty to reveal the source of the complaints.”
“You don’t have to. I know where this is coming from.”
“There was also an accusation that you were seducing other married men on the island.”
Ron’s ears flushed red.
“And you believe these accusations?” he asked.
Kalei shrugged and dropped his gaze to the space on his desk just in front of his folded hands.
“When multiple guests grumble about the same thing, it gives one reason to think they may be credible complaints.”
Jessica’s hand glided across her breast to the top button of her semi-sheer, white beach romper and unfastened it. Her fingertips slid beneath the open collar to caress her skin, and her voice dropped into a slow, husky tone.
“Tell me, Kalei, in all your time as the director of this fine establishment, have you ever done anything, shall we say, inappropriate with a guest?”
The director’s forehead glistened with the damp sheen of fresh sweat, and his chin trembled as he responded.
“I don’t see what that has to do with...”
“Have you ever, perhaps, wanted to do something inappropriate?”
Jessica rose and put her hands on the desk, leaning forward. The neck of her romper fell open, revealing her ample cleavage. Kalei fought to keep eye contact with her, but the gravity of her bare skin pulled his eyes down.
“That’s not at all what we’re here to talk about.”
“Isn’t it? You’re suggesting that I’m the type of person to do something inappropriate. You know, I’ve never sucked a resort director’s cock before, but...”
Jessica cocked an eyebrow and reached for him, but Kalei jumped from his chair, his face turning white.
“No, Mrs. Stroker, you must stop this at once!”
He pointed a quivering finger at her, looked at it, and then pulled it back to his chest. His voice whimpered as he attempted to raise it and find sternness.
“I have a responsibility to protect the mission of this establishment. I will not compromise my duty to indulge in such behavior. And I will not tolerate any such inappropriate behavior on the island between guests.”
Jessica maintained eye contact, her arms stiff and palms still planted on the desk.
“Ahh, but you want to, don’t you?”
Kalei lifted two clinched fists, eyes wide.
“Sit down, Mrs. Stroker. Listen to me, both of you. I know why you are here. I know about the will.”
The smile faded from Jessica’s face, and her gaze fell as she drifted back to her seat.
“You both need to leave here with an excellent report from our staff, and that includes me. Assuming you want to qualify yourselves for that inheritance money.”
Ron spoke up.
“How did you find out about this?”
“Everyone on the staff knows about it, Mr. Stroker. The attorney’s office that booked your reservations here informed us of the conditions of the will, and they requested a report of your attendance, participation, and cooperation after your stay.”
Kalei’s posture slumped as he ran his fingers into his hair and clasped a handful.
I need a vacation from this place, he thought.
He took a deep breath and raised his hands for emphasis, eyebrows raised.
“So, can you please stop whatever games you two have been playing? I don’t want to hear any more complaints from my guests about you streaking or seducing married men. Do you understand?”
Jessica made a tiny triangle with her index fingers and rested them on her lips, her head tilted forward and eyes glancing up at Kalei. He raised his voice.
“Do you understand?”
Ron glanced over at Jessica and then at the director.
“Yes, we’ve got it. You won’t hear of any more trouble from us.”
“I hope not.”
Ron made eye contact with Jessica and nodded towards the door. They both rose and turned. Jessica’s eyes trailed, leaving one last glance back at Kalei with a smirk. Her body slinked out like a serpent, and Kalei’s eyes failed him, following the hypnotic movements of her hips until she disappeared through the doorway to his office. He walked over to the door and closed it, leaning his head against it and catching his breath. His heart pounded.
“Those two are going to be trouble,” he said.
