Victor put the finishing touches on his presentation, and, satisfied with the result, sat back in his chair. The upcoming trip to Las Vegas was a critical turning point for him, personally and professionally, and he couldn’t leave anything to chance. His plans of expanding his empire were still a secret, but he knew that the Las Vegas Strip would be the place to start if he wanted to make an entrance people would notice. And there was only one person who could’ve helped him accomplish that… He was the most important name on his investors' list. Ben Randall, the most influential name amongst all. He desperately needed an appointment with the businessman but, so far, Randall hadn’t taken any of Victor’s calls, and that frustrated him to no end. He thought about the presentations and workshops that he and Navy would be attending during the conference. This trip would also be an extremely good opportunity for her as well, and he developed their sche
“Up to this point, this place is absolutely perfect for your plans…” Navy says looking thoroughly around.“I agree… This part right here… this is going to be the spa,” Victor told Navy as he opened the door to a large, dusty room and ushered her inside. He was taking her on a tour of the foreclosed hotel property he had bought in downtown Seattle, the one that he was in the process of rebuilding and renovating to turn it into the first ‘Mirage Hotel’.“This place used to be a ballroom,” he explained, taking a look around the expansive room. “It’s the only space big enough to install all of the features we want in the spa, and we’re going to renovate some old guest rooms to make smaller event and conference spaces.” Victor watched her eyes survey the room, no doubt envisioning all that he did when he looked around the old hotel.“My, God, Victor… I’m kinda speechless,” she whispered. “This is going to be the most incredible hotel in Seattle.” He smiled. He
Navy pushed the heavy door open using her hip as she held two large coffee cups in her hands: a latte for herself and a double espresso, no sugar, for Victor. She often worried about his caffeine intake as he would surely have at least three more before he went home for the evening. Victor looked up at her with a broad smile. Was he smiling at her because she was there, doing a great job as his PA? Or was he smiling because she was there holding his double espresso?“Navy Remington, how did you know? Woman, you are a true goddess… This was just what I needed… Thank you so much.” ‘Great! I am the goddess of… coffee… How pathetic am I?!’“Oh, it was nothing,” she told Victor. “I just thought… Well, I know that if I came in holding only the one for me, you would just spend your day pouting.” He stood and met her in the middle of the office. Somehow, without a reason in particular, Navy took a half step back.“Me, pouting?” Victor asked. “I think you
Victor took a beer from the fridge he’d installed as part of a poolside bar and popped it open. He loved the outdoor oasis that he’d created on the terrace of his condo, one of the newest buildings in the city. He had meticulously planned the space for the pool, the hot tub, the bar, lounge area, even down to the plants and flowers adorning it, the foliage that afforded him and his guests all the privacy that they needed. Sure, it was June and it might have been a little chilly for an outdoor party, but with the warmth of the pool and carefully placed exterior heaters, nobody complained. Victor loved his outdoor area, but because of all the time he spent working, he rarely got to enjoy it, or any of the other luxuries he could now afford because of his hard work and success. A sad irony… Victor watched his guests mill about the poolside. They were all smiling, and having fun. He really missed just spending time with his friends and the
When they walked back out to the terrace, the sun had fully set, and the automatic timer had turned on the exterior lights so that the night was now cast in a yellow-orange glow. He had also forgotten to turn off the music. So now, instead of the dance music that had been playing earlier, it had since slowed to R&B. ‘Nice romantic setting…’ Victor frowned. It was as if some strange force had conspired to usher him and the PA he couldn’t ever have into bed together. ‘This is such a bad idea.’ But it was too late to say anything. He couldn’t invite her to relax with him and then turn around and kick her out. &nb
“‘Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Spirit Airlines, flight A321, with nonstop service to Las Vegas, Nevada,’” the pilot’s deep voice droned throughout the cabin. “‘We’ll be pulling away from the gate shortly, and it looks like smooth flying all the way to Vegas. So, settle in, get comfortable and please watch the following video about the safety features of this aircraft.’” Victor put his head back and closed his eyes. He was about to spend the next two hours and twenty-three minutes sitting next to Navy. Since hiring her, Victor had attempted to keep his distance, for fear of reaching out and touching the hair that looked so luxuriously soft, or the smooth skin that beckoned to him. They hadn’t discussed what had happened in his hot tub, both honoring their unspoken agreement to forget it happened, Victor supposed. But how could he forget her smooth skin, the noises she’d made when he turned her on... ‘Jesus, this is going to be the longest flight of my
Victor and Navy spent the next four days at the convention, attending workshops, lectures, and presentations, and Victor even did a presentation of his own. Of course, he nailed it. The meeting with Ben Randall had gone splendidly. He was absolutely charmed by Victor, as Navy knew he would be. When they exited the last event of the convention, they realized that they still had most of their last day left to explore the city. Navy was looking forward to the opportunity to check out some of the sights of the Las Vegas Strip on their last day, but she knew Victor was a workaholic, so she assumed that he would have something planned to keep them busy. “So, what’s the agenda for the rest of the day?” she asked, turning to him. She scrolled through the calendar on her phone and didn’t see anything that they’d scheduled. Victor held the door for her and they stepped outside into the blazing sun.“Oh, God this heat…” he huffed. “I keep forgetting about it. Quit
Instead of using the afternoon to explore more of the sights in Las Vegas, Navy used it to treat herself to some of the hotel’s spa services. First the mani/pedi, followed by a bikini wax, a hot stone massage, and an appointment to have her hair and makeup professionally applied and styled. She wanted to make sure she looked absolutely perfect tonight when Victor saw her. ‘It’s not like it’s a date,’ Navy told herself. Navy wouldn’t get her hopes up that tonight would be anything more than just a fun night out as two colleagues, and at most two friends. ‘Two friends who felt each other up in a hot tub, you mean.’&n