Beau’s POV
It felt good to punch that prick in his face. Knowing that he won’t be classically handsome, or even ruggedly handsome because of the cartilage in his nose gave me reason to smile. Marina appeared shocked by the fact that this is our hotel. “So, you really aren’t a big meanie that over works his employees to the point of exhaustion?”
I arched my eyebrows, “Who told you that? What have you been hearing about me?”
“That’s not relevant. I’m only glad you aren’t one of those bad CEO’s that treat their employees like they don’t help the company grow.”
I didn’t like the idea that she had heard gossip about me and didn’t tell me. “I’ll let it go for now. Provided that you pay me for my silence?”
She had just rested her head against my chest. “Um, excuse you?”
“It’s a penalty.”
