Eros
“Would you like a tour of our winery, Mr. Nikolaou?” Rafael DuPont gave me a hopeful look, pride evident in his eyes. I was impressed with his setup after a tour of his head office and shopping center. With all the luxurious brands housed under a roof, I was eager to see them on my cruise ships, too.
“How long will that take?” I glanced at my phone. It was almost lunchtime and yet there had been no message from Anacá. Did she wake up?
“Almost four hours.”
My phone buzzed with an incoming call from Josh, and I frowned. Why was assh*le calling me? Was he jealous that I married his ex? I wanted to avoid his call, but my mind was indecisive. If it was about my office, I would have received a call from my inefficient PA, Freya Adams, or my GM, Gordon Mitchell. Then what was it about?
