She stayed a little bit longer in the shower, trying desperately to relax and wash away the memory of the previous incident. Her ankle was now the least of the problems she had. Her biggest concern was her insurmountable attraction to Phillip. She wanted him desperately. A man like him was like a walking invitation to sin. And she wanted to succumb to this lust.
Melissa wore a pair of loose pants, probably her mother’s and a tight t-shirt. She brushed her hair and went straight to bed. She went online and logged in her e-mail account. She had no new e-mails and reservations. But this did not make her feel bad. Nothing could make her feel bad. The only thing she could think right now was that she was lying next door to the object of her desire and she could do nothing about it. On his desktop she found a folder named “summer photos” and she was tempted to open it. She knew it was wrong but she wanted to see pictures of his private life. All she found in the folder was photos with him and friends. According to the pictures, he had a dog, he liked walking on the beach, he had a sailing boat, he liked blonde women and he had a great, great, great body.
She closed the folder quickly because she did not want to be caught red handed. She felt really bad after seeing the photos. After seeing him casually dressed every day, after having laughed and flirted with him, she had almost forgotten how wealthy he was. These photos reminded her of the huge gap between them. He was a rich businessman, who led a life full of luxury and opulence. He had everything he wanted. And what was she exactly? A simple girl from the suburbs, hard working but not very successful. Even if life brought them together for a week, this same life would eventually tear them apart. That was the destiny of their acquaintance, she thought. A sudden beginning and an inglorious end.
She covered her face with her pink duvet and tried to sleep. Phillips was nowhere to be heard. She hadn’t seen him for over an hour now.
“Mr Mills!” she shouted, “Come here”.
“At your service, madam” he said after a while. He was talking on the phone but he hang up immediately.
“I was thinking that since we have plenty of time available, maybe we should talk about the inn. I want to close this chapter once and for all” she said.
“That’s the worst way to spend the morning” he said with a mischievous smile which revealed his perfect teeth.
“So, are you still interested in buying my inn, sir?” she said.
“Yes, I am. And I think that calling me “sir” while I am sitting on your bed wearing my pajamas is hilarious”.
“How exactly are you planning to convince me change my mind?” she said, avoiding his comment. “I am perfectly happy with the way things are so far. I want to buy some equipment and enrich my inn and I am planning to do so by working hard, sir”.
“Are you planning to live 100 years?” he asked her suddenly.
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“It means that only if you live 100 years and minimize your expenditure will you be able to find the money you need to change this inn into whatever you want to turn it into”.
“Well, I am young and I am not afraid of hard work”.
“Miss Wilkinson, you are being stubborn and that is the biggest flaw a person can have. I am offering you 4 million pounds for 10 acres of land. You will be able to do whatever you want with this money” he finished.
Melissa was astonished, to say the least. Four million pounds? This amount exceeded her wildest dreams.
“Although the amount is compelling, I am not interested. This is my home. Houses are for sale. Homes are not”.
“What are you planning to do then, miss Wilkinson? Stay here and cling to your property until the debt sends you straight to the prison?”.
“You are deliberately trying to scare me” she protested.
“I am not. Your inn is loss-making and you refuse to face the truth”.
“I will get a loan”.
“No, you will not”.
“No, you will not” he insisted.
“Why are you so damn sure?” she yelled. His confidence drove her crazy.
“The easiest thing for me to do is to make sure that no bank gives you a loan. I am very powerful, you know” he said.
“You wouldn’t do that, would you?” she barked to him.
“Oh, I would. You know I do not like losing”.
“You cannot be so cruel. I know you can’t”.
“I will make sure that all banks know that you are an unreliable client and I will pull my strings so that nobody will trust your business ever again” he said.
“And I will contact the Business Hospitality Association and tell them that you are harassing me and that you threatened to destroy me” she said smilingly.
Phillip’s smile froze on his lips. Melissa had hit the nail right on the head.
“I am sure you thought that I cannot fight you back, didn’t you? I will let the whole world know that you threatened a young and innocent woman into selling her only possession AND that you sexually harassed her best friend”.