of the resort?”
“Oh, they actually did some amazing things at Fire Mountain. There are overwater bungalows at the beach as well as couple and family sections. Someone really smart knew to keep newlyweds and couples away from loud kids.”
She agreed. That was probably one of the biggest issues she’d heard about every hotel she’d worked at. “My understanding is that there is a couples-only resort called Private Spark and then a family one called Open Blaze.”
“Right.” He agreed, “ So Private Spark has a private beach section that includes the over water bungalows. Then there are the forest cabins for the couples that are more into hiking and zip-lining. And the third is up close to the edge of the sugar beach, and that is a super private set of cabins that overlook the trees and volcano. Those guests have a private helipad and continuous use of the resort helicopter to take them into the village for shopping.”
Goodness. This had to be one of the most VIP hotels she’d ever heard of. She knew that the couples who stayed up at the edge of the beach were usually celebrities and those who could afford to spare no expense for a vacation. It wasn’t easy dishing out tens of thousands per night just to say you slept at a “five-star” cabin by a volcano.
“The forest cabins all have private golf carts, and beach bungalows get driven up to the mountain if they want to go hiking or on a private tour.” Mark continued.
She nodded. One of the first things she’d planned on doing was go on each of the tours offered by the resort to make sure she knew the ones she wanted to feature on social media, as well as hiring someone to handle the social media accounts of the resort. Each section needed its personal brand promotion, and she couldn’t do that all on her own.
“For someone who has only been here a week, you already memorized a lot of information,” she told him.
“It was easy. I’m pretty good at remembering things.”
They arrived at the staff offices, and he drove behind the building to a beach bungalow with a stunning view of the ocean. She frowned. He got out of the SUV and started taking out her luggage.
“Hey,” she climbed out and went to help him with her bags. “I’m supposed to be in the staff housing.”
He shook his head. “That’s for regular folks like me. You’re a VP, so you get your own bungalow. There’s only a handful of these, so you’re lucky you got one.” Then he motioned to the bungalow with his head. “If you don’t want it, I’ll take it. It’s really nice inside.”
She bit her lip and sighed. “I guess we should take my stuff inside.”
He handed her a key card and rolled her bags while she opened the door. The bungalow was gorgeous. It was bigger than her one-bedroom apartment back home.
“Grandma said for you to relax the rest of the day, and she’d call you to see if you wanted to have dinner later.” He met her gaze and curled his lip in distaste. “I don’t wanna have dinner with her. It’s embarrassing when the girls come in, you know? Not real manly. I have my own plans, so please go. This way she’ll stop bugging me.”
Manly at eighteen? The boy didn’t have a clue. Valentina blinked and pressed her lips together. “Thanks for bringing in my stuff, Mark.”
“You’re welcome,” he said. At the door, he turned to her. “I won’t hold you to a tip today since you just got here. You’ll get a jeep tomorrow when you do your tour of the resorts with Kristin, the Operations Director. Good night.”
She watched him run over to the SUV and take off. That was one troubled boy. He really had no idea about jobs and income. Get rich quick did not exist unless it was something underhanded. His grandmother had gotten him a great starting position, and he was already looking to find something better. It boggled Valentina’s mind.
Not wasting any time, she rolled her suitcases to her bedroom, loving the glass wall that allowed her full view of the beach. She quickly put her stuff away, she’d just thrown on a pair of shorts and a tank top when the phone by the bed rang.
Chapter Five
Valentina stared at the phone as it rang. Who would be calling her? Nobody had her number. Hell, even she didn’t have the number.
“Hello?”
“Hi, Valentina,” she