Chapter 67 I Won't Let You Destroy My Life

• Roshana Mafi’s curvaceous body sways as she climbs the front stairs with determination, the bellhop struggling to keep up along the ramp with her extravagant zebra-printed suitcase. She is even more exotic than her image in Belinda’s prepared file suggests. In the studio photo, she posed sitting primly in a cobalt-blue suit, her shiny raven hair smoothly styled, the white background amplifying the rich bronzed tone of her skin. Her hair is still shiny and soft, and her daring white suit is prim as ever, but with the wild landscape as a backdrop and her large, nearly black eyes bright in the fresh sea air, there’s a sexy and untamed quality to counterbalance her polish.
• I clench my hands to keep from fidgeting. I shouldn’t be nervous about meeting her. I shouldn’t care at all. But, as far as Roshana Mafi and Luxury Travel magazine are concerned, I represent a part of Star Cove. Regardless of Diego and his legal troubles, I don’t want to reflect poorly on this place. It’s a beautiful hotel and destination, and too many employees invested a lot to secure a job with Homer. I’ve only been here a few weeks, and I don’t want to think about leaving already.
• But I guess once everyone finds out I slept with my boss, I’ll be on a plane back to Greenbank, Pennsylvania, with my overbearing mother and that lying bastard, Abraham. I push that reality aside for now and take a step forward, forcing a wide smile.