"Sir," Monroe started cautiously.
"Cut the shit," Finn snapped, no longer hiding his anger."Look, how are you going to fix this?"
"Normally, we would compensate you with a room in the hotel.However, we're all booked up."
"The fuck?"he growled."So what am I supposed to do now?"
"What seems to be the problem?"
Finn froze when he heard the voice behind him.He hadn’t been in the man's presence many times, but for some reason, he had memorized Princeton Sullivan's voice.
"Ah, um, sir, Mr.Sullivan, there's nothing for you to worry about.We…" Monroe faltered.
"I wasn't talking to you," Princeton said, cutting Monroe off with quiet authority."I was talking to him.Finn, turn around and look at me."
Finn closed his eyes and took a deep breath as his body moved instinctively.Princeton's voice was deep and smooth, like aged whiskey, and it seemed to pierce straight through him.He slowly opened his eyes and found himself face to face with a man who was even more handsome than his silent crush, Tucker Stevens.
Princeton Sullivan's smooth, flawless bronze skin perfectly complemented the platinum waves cascading past his shoulders.He was dressed in a cobalt-blue wool V-neck sweater and dark jeans, looking relaxed, nothing like the well-fitted business suits Finn normally saw him in.Finn tried to look away but couldn't; he was caught checking out the other man.
"Mr.Sullivan, what are you doing here?"Finn asked, swallowing hard.
"The same thing I suppose you're here for," Princeton Sullivan said evenly."Now tell me what happened."
CHAPTER TWO
Princeton, or Prince to his friends, quirked a brow as he waited for the young man to answer his question.He had been sitting in the restaurant with Roderick Ashford, a friend, discussing business when he noticed the commotion at the front desk.Prince instantly recognized the kid's straight back and the leather jacket he had worn the first time they met, when his son Bevin brought him home for the holidays.
Prince guessed he could no longer call Finn Turner a kid, especially since he was about to graduate.He also had not expected to see Finn in Vermont.He knew Bevin was going to Jamaica, and since they were thick as thieves, it would have been natural for Finn to tag along as well, which sometimes worried him, given his son's laissez-faire attitude toward certain things and people.
But Prince also remembered Bevin saying that Finn sometimes enjoyed doing things on his own.Bevin talked about him with so much adoration that Prince had wondered once or twice if his son was in love with his best friend.But the way Bevin loved to play the field, Prince was certain there was no other relationship between them than friendship.Prince liked the kid a lot.Bevin liked to brag about how studious Finn was, how he kept him on track, or he wouldn’t have been graduating anytime soon.So Prince was always thankful that his son had a friend like Finn.
Prince observed Finn at the front desk.When he heard Finn raise his voice, Prince became concerned.According to Bevin, it took a lot for his best friend to get angry.Without hesitation, Prince left Roderick's side and approached Finn to understand what was going on.
Prince didn’t miss the slight tension in Finn's shoulders, as if he were afraid of him, even though they had spent very little time together.It became even more apparent when Finn's voice trembled as he asked his question.
"Are you going to answer me or not?"Prince asked.
"It's really noth…" Finn started, the words catching as if he were about to brush it off.
"Don't lie to me," Prince cut in before he could continue.
"Apparently, I was scammed," Finn blurted out.
"How?”Prince said.“You seem like a levelheaded kid.I doubt anyone could pull the wool over your eyes."
"It wasn't my fault," Finn snapped."I booked my stay here, and apparently, they had some guy scamming customers."
Prince felt irritation rise as he turned his gaze to Monroe, the manager."Explain," he demanded, his voice dropping into a tone that left little room for excuses.
Monroe quickly and nervously explained what had happened, which only made Prince angrier.He had purchased the resort and was in the slow process of making changes to the staff and the facilities.It was one of the many reasons he was staying at the resort and didn’t mind Bevin going off for the holidays.
"Find him a cabin, now," Prince demanded.
"Well, sir, see, we have another problem," Monroe stuttered."Despite what happened, we're completely sold out for the entire month."
As pleased as Prince was to hear that, it didn’t help Finn."Give him the extra key to my cabin.He'll stay with me," he told Monroe.
"Yes, sir."
