THIRTEEN
Dinner was scheduled for seven, so at precisely eleven minutes past, Gaia swept into the private dining room wearing a dress from the resort collection some Australian designer had begged to give her. She hadn't found an occasion to wear it to yet, as the white linen and lace seemed too casual for a formal occasion, yet too pretty for work. Tonight, it was perfect.
She produced a gracious smile for her host, only to discover that she was alone. So much for being fashionably late in order to make an entrance. The rude owner wasn't anywhere to be seen.
Mentally, she dropped the price she was willing to pay for his resort. How dare he keep her waiting. He was worse than that rude rock star, whose rippled muscles could rot off before she'd ever think of...
"You again." Jay strol
