Page 24 of The Good Billionaire
Grayson filled each flute and said, “To Savannah and Brandon.”
“Cheers,” everyone said and clinked our glasses.
“And that crazy woman with the whistle,” Gray added, laughing. He may have been a rake, but he was a sucker for strong-willed women.
Tristan’s assistant, a woman with long dark hair and glasses came up to the table. “Oh, Sebastian, I need you to fill this out if you’re going on the cruise.”
Tristan jumped up. “I got it, Jessie.”
“What cruise?” I said and looked up at Sebastian, who’d gone white.
“She meant me,” Tristan said. “Thanks, Jessie.”
I leaned forward and snatched the paper. “This hasyourname on it,SebastianHart. You’re going on a seven-day cruise? OnMonday?”
“You invited Sebastian to go on your sex cruise?” Grayson asked. “I’ve been asking you for years if I can go with you.”
“Asexcruise?” I blinked, feeling sick.
“It’snota sex cruise,” Tristan snapped.
I tugged on Sebastian’s jacket. “What the heck is he talking about?”
With gaping looks all around, I bolted from my chair to chase after the brunette. “Jessie!”
“Kennedy, what are you doing? That’s Tristan’s assistant.” Seb barreled after me, tugging me by the waist so hard he made a small tear in my dress. “It’s okay, Jessie, you can go.”
“No. She can’t. I’m sorry, hun.” I held out the paper to Jessie. “What kind of cruise is Tristan going on?”
“Jessie, you can go back to the office.” Tristan’s deep voice sailed across my shoulders. “Thank you for working this weekend.”
Jessie lowered her head and left.
“That’s my assistant, Kennedy. I don’t discuss what happens on my vacations with her. Do you understand? This is a workplace. Sheworksfor me.”
I felt a catch in my throat. With Tristan and his brothers also living in the hotel and hanging out in the lobby bar all the time, it was easy to forget The Sterling was a workplace for them.
“You’re right, Tristan. I’m sorry. Be straight with me. Both of you. Where are you going?”
Their faces paled as they looked at each other, waiting for the other to speak up.
Gah, men!
The answer to my marital problems had been so simple. Seb needed to work less. Andnotgo on a sex cruise. I felt my hopes for a reconciliation slipping away.
I pointed the question at Tristan. “Tell me more about this cruise?”
“Tristan, if you—”
“Stop it, both of you.” Seb’s cousin blew out a harsh breath. “Look, Kennedy, running this hotel leaves me no time for arelationship. Luke is the CEO, but I run things here. Day in and day out. I don’t want to hurt a woman by neglecting her. So once a year, I go on a fantasy vacation where there are women who give themselves to me, no questions asked. Including my name. Do you have a problem with that?” He crossed his arms.
“No, Tristan. Of course, I don’t have a problem with that. You’re a single man. You can do what you want. In fact...” I wiped my brow, wondering what kind of fantasies the man had, that he had to go into international waters to get them fulfilled. “I respect you for not wanting to string someone along.Neglectsomeone.”
“I didn’t mean to neglect you,” Seb grumbled.
Tristan brought me to his side. “Guys, you’re getting loud. Sebastian, go sit with Luke and Grayson. I want to talk to Kennedy.” Tristan steered me away from Seb, and brought me to a seating area closer to the elevators. “Sit.”
I smirked, thinking Tristan may also play sex games on that cruise. Nodding, I let my legs give out.
