Chapter 6 Six

"Welcome to Kapalua, Sarah." Mr. Peak's voice echoes in my head.

I slowly open my eyes. Wow. Was I asleep all that time? I wake up in Mr. Peak's strong arms.

He directs me to the window next to his seat. I look outside and see the island of Maui. What a sight.

"You better take your seat," my boss advises.

Not one to disappoint my master, I do as he says. I strap myself in as the Gulfstream descends onto the airstrip.

We land faster than I thought. The plane wastes no time rolling over to its final stop. This certainly is not like flying commercial. Under a minute later, the cabin door is open and we are ready to depart. Nice!

Mr. Peak exits the aircraft first. I follow. The warm ocean air splashes across my face as I set my eyes on Kapalua. Oh, I am going to like this. A group of fast moving baggage handlers gather Mr. Peak's rather formable luggage set. Of course, the familiar Louis Vuitton pattern catches my eye. There must be about $50,000 worth of baggage right there.

Out of nowhere, a fleet of large luxury automobiles arrive right next to the plane. I am unfamiliar with the make of the cars. We get inside and I see the Maybach logo all over the place. My big boss certainly doesn't travel cheap.

Mr. Peak reclines his rear seat, relaxing his legs on the foot rest. I look around for the controls which will allow me to do the same. Wait a minute. Would my boss approve? Or will I be taking too many liberties? I sit up straight and just admire the view of the island.

Mr. Peak is busy checking his messages on his iPhone. The fleet of Maybach sedans speeds down the road. The drivers must be committing about twenty moving violations. My guess is that law enforcement is not going to pull them over.

The Maybach turns on to a lone road. I wonder where we are going? "We have arrived at Sir Gerald's Private Estate, Mr. Peak," the driver announces. Good God. I look out the window and all I see is land and ocean. Where the f**k is his mansion?!

A full minute passes before I see the sprawling mansion itself. It's not the big and imposing classic residence painting in my mind. The home itself is low and long, stretching across the coastline. Very cool.

The Maybachs come to a halt and the doors open. I exit behind Mr. Peak. The white water waves of the Pacific ring through my ears. We are less than fifty feet from the water. The home, the water and the sand seem to be at complete harmony with each other. Seriously, I could spend the rest of my life here.

A very large and I mean non-human sized looking Hawaiian guy escorts us towards the house. However, the six-foot, eight-inch, five hundred pound man walks us around the estate towards the beach. Damn, I wanted to see the house. But, hot damn, look at that view of the beach.

We see a tall, well-built guy with flowing sandy hair, cargo shorts and a loose fitting cabana shirt standing towards the ocean. He turns and walks towards us. I don't need any introduction. This man has swagger. This man has billionaire swagger. Yes, I know I am looking at Sir Gerald Lovell.

"Welcome to my island, Mate," the Aussie tycoon says in a voice that could shake every palm tree around him. I look at my boss and see him stare down the other billionaire. For the first time, I see my billionaire interacting with someone who is his equal.

The two hulking billionaires shake hands. It's that sort of aggressive "bro" handshake that kinda shows two alpha male angling for control. Sir Gerald is as big and as strong looking as my Mr. Peak. However, that's where the similarities end.

The Aussie billionaire's wild hair and beard, casual clothing and wild gestures are a complete contrast to the reserved, silent and clean-cut appearance of my boss.

"Look at this estate. Just f**king look at it. I got it for just under $50 million. That's a bargain!" Sir Gerald screams over the surf. Mr. Peak smiles and nods his approval of the gorgeous beachside property.

Suddenly, Sir Gerald looks at me. His blue eyes take in my small frame and my unkempt hair.

"Sir Gerald. May I introduce you to my as**sociate Miss Sarah Salamuri," my boss says as he places his right hand on my shoulder.

The Aussie billionaire extends his hand. I look up at him and shake hands knowing full well that I am here on a mission to extract information from Sir Gerald.

"You are a lovely little thing," the Aussie says as he looks down at me. I smile shyly. Damn, these billionaires really know how to effortlessly charm and intimidate with a simple sentence and a gesture.

Mr. Peak and Sir Gerald walk off on their own to discuss "Billionaire Business." I am invited inside the house by the big Hawaiian man.

"My name is Loki. I am the manager of the estate. Do not hesitate to contact me with any questions or concerns," the big man says as he leads into the house through the patio area.

We walk inside and I am charmed by the rather laid back set-up of the home. Sir Gerald has dozens of palm trees inside as well as a really cool indoor waterfall running right down the center of the living room.

Loki escorts me down a hall. We walk into a large suite. "Is this Sir Gerald's Master Bedroom?" I ask.

"This is your suite. Enjoy!" Loki says.

Wow. Just wow. The house manager opens the large sliding glass doors, leading to the sand and the surf. I walk into the bathroom which is - I kid you not - larger than my apartment on Venice Beach. This is all just too much.

The house manager opens the door. A servant brings in a set of Prada luggage. "We understand you didn't have any baggage so we have secured you a wardrobe for your stay," Loki explains as he directs the servant to set the luggage on a table.

My head is just spinning now. Then I slap myself back to reality. I need to focus. Mr. Peak expects me to perfect. And I intend to follow my billionaire's orders without fail.

I walk into the bathroom and take a shower. When I go back into the bedroom, I open the luggage and find an enviable collection of casual clothing. A cute white cotton dress calls out to me. Yes, I believe that this will do the job.

I put on the dress and look into the mirror. Dammit. I look really nice. The ocean breeze playfully flips around the skirt and presses the little dress against my body. If this doesn't seduce Sir Gerald, nothing will get the job done.

I walk back outside and see the two billionaires enjoying cigars right up along the surf. Sir Gerald is barefoot while Mr. Peak is still wearing his impeccable black dress shoes. The Aussie billionaire looks over at me. He gives me a really long stare. It scares me. I believe this dress is doing its job a little too well.

All of a sudden, Sir Gerald couldn't be bothered with the conversation he was having with my boss.

"I personally picked out that dress for you Sarah," Mr. Peak says with a smile.

Sir Gerald looks me up and down. "I take you two are more than mere as**sociates."