Claudette introduces herself as Claudette Delaney, and it takes me a few dizzy minutes to figure out she is his sister, not his wife. Drinking on the plane ride wasn’t a good idea. My head is fuzzy and I’m very tired. I could definitely use a nap. It’s only Claudette’s overly sweet perfume that keeps me from falling asleep on my feet right now.
But every room Claudette takes me to ends up being filled with unfinished projects. One has no working bathroom. Another has no bed. Several more, on the opposite side of the main swimming pool, are filled with construction workers.
“OK,” Claudette says, a bit exasperated. “We do have a few rooms over on the family side of things.”
“Family side?” I ask.
“Yes, the private residences we’re using at the moment. When the resort opens these will be the luxury bungalows, but I didn’t want you too close to Nolan. He’s not fun to be around, Ivy, take my word on that.” Claudette sighs. “Apparently we have no choice. I’ll try to get one of the other rooms finished and move you over there. But just so we’re clear, you did sign the NDA, right?”
“Yes,” I say, feeling unsettled. “I did.”
“So you understand that whatever you see or hear during your time with us is never to be repeated to anyone.”
“Sure.”
Claudette stops walking to look at me. “I need a more confident acknowledgment than that, Ivy Rockwell. We’re not playing around. Nothing. You see or hear. Will be repeated to anyone or the family will sue you. My father is not the least bit interested in more controversy. And while he and Nolan have had their differences, he will not allow the Delaney name to be dragged through the mud again.”
“I understand,” I say with as much confidence as I can manage. “I do. Not a word, I promise.”
“OK.” Claudette physically relaxes, so much so that I can see the tension release from her upper body. “And while I would love to have a woman here helping me with the resort, Nolan has a very bad track record with female managerial staff, so your chances of landing the job are not good.”
“What?” My hands are suddenly very sweaty. “What do you mean?”
“He likes to fuck his staff, Ivy. The last one would sue us if she hadn’t signed the arbitration agreement upon hire. In other words, Nolan thinks with his dick. Stay away from him. Under no circumstances will you be alone with him. I have half a say in who gets this job since I’ve been the one managing the project since inception. And if I find out you and Nolan are involved in any funny business, you’re on the next jet out, Ivy.”
I swallow hard and nod. Just what kind of man is Nolan Delaney? Maybe all those accusations were true after all?
We walk silently back across the main courtyard where the large pool is and then make our way through a fence that leads to a private walkway with small cabana-type places that face another, more private pool. There are about half a dozen of them and Ivy stops me in front of the last one and points. “You can stay in here until the other room is ready.”
“Wow,” I say when she opens the door and waves me in. “This is nice.”
“Very nice. I stay in the one next door and Nolan is in that first one we passed. It’s as far away from him as I can manage for now. But don’t worry, I’ll be close by.”
“Why would I worry?”
“I told you,” Claudette says. “Nolan might make a move. You are to tell him no if that happens and then notify me immediately, so I can take control of the situation.”
“Is he going to try to…” I can’t even say the word.
“No.” Claudette laughs. But she’s not convincing. Is Nolan Delaney a rapist? Did they let him get away with something back in college and he’s been victimizing women ever since? Jesus Christ. “No,” Claudette repeats. “He’s just very… God, how to put this about your brother. Just very… charming, OK? Charming. Charismatic. And… oh, God, I can’t believe I’m talking about my brother this way… but handsome. Right?”
“Right,” I sigh, before I can stop myself.
“Well, don’t fall for it,” she snaps. “He’s not Mr. Romantic, no matter what anyone says. It was a joke, Ivy. Back when they gave out those names, Nolan’s Mister name was a joke. He was a total player asshole. He still is. Don’t fall for the joke.”
“I won’t,” I say, biting my lip as I think of my ridiculous plan to seduce him. Little did I know that it would be so easy.
“All right then. I know Nolan isn’t expecting you to produce a campaign tonight at the meeting, but if you really want a chance at this job, you should. The mission of the recruits, as we like to call our interviewees, was to come up with a way to make the customer experience more enjoyable so we can garner word-of-mouth buzz. So if you’d like to ruminate on that this afternoon and show up in the main lobby at six with an idea, it will go a long way towards needing that room I’m making ready for you tomorrow.”
I’m nodding in agreement all the way up to the last part. “What do you mean make it to tomorrow?”
“We’re sending someone home tonight. I have a feeling that will be you.”
“But the invitation said one weekend working interview. Won’t I get a real chance?”
“Of course, if you make it past the first hurdle tonight.”