Sexy Bits

Raising my hand in protest and question, I stare into my host’s sea-blue eyes and say, “Just what exactly are you going to do for us? Explain the role of host, please. Somebody?” My eyes scan from my host to Jess, the panic in my tone matches my racing heart.

My host takes a step back, tilting his head to the side, confused. His unruly, tawny hair brushes against his forehead in waves. “Don’t you know what we do? You did book a vacation here, didn’t you?” His gruff Australian accent sends my heart into rollercoaster mode, and my anger wanes enough to prevent me from blowing a gasket.

“No, I did not. I have no idea what any of this is.” I toss Jess a death stare laced with daggers. She grins, not at all bothered by it.

“Let me introduce myself, then. I am Mason Roberts. My role is to be your companion during your stay here. You have ordered the romance experience…” He stops, noting my pissed off, thrown-under-the-bus demeanor, and then clears his throat. “I mean the romance experience is what was paid for. What that means is…I will be your companion and provide you with all the romance you can possibly imagine. We do whatever you want. I am at your service.”

“So, basically you’re a prostitute. Great,” I huff, shooting Jess another deadly look.

Mason stiffens, obviously trying not to lose his shit, but he fails. “No. I’m not a bloody prostitute!” He takes a quick calming breath, and the anger is gone. “My job is romance. I’m not a prostitute, I’m more like…a butler. I will also accompany you anywhere on the resort. You are free to explore on your own, but I am here for your safety. Single men can be rather frisky at times.”

So, he is more like a butler but also a bodyguard. I concede. What else can I do? It’s not like I’m a bitch or anything, but I don’t know how else to react to all of this. I gaze into his blue eyes and falter.

Spending a week in the company of a man that looks like Mason might not be so bad. What girl isn’t a total sucker for that accent? It’s musical and unbelievably sexy. But I am definitely not giving my v-card to my ‘butler’.