Secrets Under the Sun: Last Chance Beach, #1
By Kari Lemor
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He came to find a traitor, he never expected to fall in love with a family...
Konstantine Petrakis, reclusive owner of The Ocean Pearl Resort, needs to find who is giving away marketing secrets. Going undercover to ferret out the culprit, he dons his Dean Peters persona and takes a position there. After all, no one pays attention to the maintenance staff.
Eleni Griffin puts in long days and strange hours as the only administrative assistant to the top brass at the large resort on Last Chance Beach. Homeschooling her eight-year-old twins and taking care of her mother isn't easy as a widow on a small salary.
Eleni's position puts her squarely in the suspect category. Yet, once Dean gets to know her and her charming family, he realizes she'd never betray the resort. His money can make her life easier, but then he'd have to confess he's been lying to her for months. What started as a short-term project to find a turncoat might have Dean finding a permanent reason to stay on the island.
Kari Lemor
Kari Lemor has always been a voracious reader. One of those kids who had the book under the covers or under the desk at school. Even now she has been known to stay up until the wee hours finishing a good book. Romance has always been her favorite, stories of people fighting through conflict to reach their happily ever after. Writing wasn't something she enjoyed when young and only in the last few years began putting the stories that ran rampant in her head, down on paper. Now that her kids are all grown and have moved out, she uses her spare time to create character driven stories of love and hope. She spends her time with her husband divided between a small town in New England and beautiful St. Augustine.
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Secrets Under the Sun - Kari Lemor
CHAPTER ONE
image-placeholder"T hey’ve done it again."
Konstantine Petrakis ran his hands through his hair as he listened to his younger brother over the phone. What was it this time?
The marketing logo and logline for the weekend getaway package. Almost exactly word for word. If we put ours out now, the logo is similar enough to be noticed.
Didn’t we trademark our logo? We can take them to court.
Demitrius cleared his throat. We still hadn’t finalized the logo, so we hadn’t put in for the trademark yet.
Konstantine pounded his fist on his desk and clenched his teeth. We need to find out who’s doing this, Trey,
he said. Konstantine and Demitrius had taken forever to yell out when they were younger, so they’d become Dean and Trey.
Yeah, I was thinking the same thing. I don’t know who to trust there. Hugh has been at the resort for years, but he wasn’t too pleased when we hired Aarya as the manager instead of promoting him.
Did he tell you he was upset? Why is this the first I’m hearing of it?
Dean was president and CEO of Yios Corporation that owned and managed a dozen luxury oceanfront hotels and resorts around the world. Trey was his equal partner, vice president, and the CFO. Trey was the face of Yios, while Dean preferred to stay in his home office and run things remotely. It had been that way since their father passed away over ten years ago when Dean was only thirty-two. Vasileios Petrakis had started the company back when the boys were little, so they’d grown up learning the business from the ground floor up. Literally. They’d worked in housekeeping, registration, accounting, marketing, and even did lifeguard and towel boy duties over the summers.
I didn’t hear it from him. Reva mentioned it last time I went down there. She said it on the QT, so I didn’t talk to him about it. Maybe I should.
No, don’t accuse him of anything until we have more solid evidence. This is the fourth time we’ve had The Sands jump our plans. Once, maybe it’s a coincidence. Marketing for a beach resort all fits in a similar category. But four times they come up with the exact new promotion we’ve been working on? Someone wants The Ocean Pearl Resort to be second on the island.
The best bet would be to get someone inside to snoop around,
Trey suggested.
Dean tapped his fingers on his desk. Do we still have that detective agency on retainer? Maybe they have someone to send who can figure out this mess.
Mm,
Trey hummed. They’re great for checking out new employees, but I think this needs a personal touch. Who knows if it’s at the level of the Pearl or if it goes up to corporate? What do you think? A little sun and sand?
I don’t think you’d blend in too well down there. The staff all know you. You visit at least a half dozen times a year.
And Trey usually came back with stories of how many women he’d scored.
Oh, no, dear brother, I wasn’t suggesting I go there. I thought perhaps you’d like to come down from your gated castle and enjoy a few months in the sun. Your olive skin is looking quite pale lately.
Me? I don’t really blend in either.
For a completely different reason. As he glanced at the window beside him, the scar that ran down the side of his face pulsed to life. Well, not literally, but it felt like it.
Oh, please. You simply don your Dean Peters disguise, and no one will ever know you’re the wealthy Konstantine Petrakis, mystery owner of Yios Corporation.
Dean hated the fact his brother knew of the alter ego he’d made up when he wanted to slip by and go unnoticed. He’d made sure to stay out of the limelight his whole life. Trey loved that job, and Dean gave it to him with pleasure. But every now and then, he had to make an appearance at the corporate headquarters. The khaki uniform pants and shirt with a cap on his head was never looked at twice. Not when he hadn’t shaved in a week.
You know I don’t like being out in public. It’s not a good plan.
It’s a great plan, Dean,
Trey said. You need to get over this idea that people see you as less than you are. So you have a scar and a limp. Big deal. Lots of people have them, and they don’t stop their lives because of it.
Dean took a deep breath before he responded. I’ve hardly stopped my life. I work ten hours a day in the office keeping this business going.
Trey’s sigh could be heard across the line. I know you work hard, but you need to get out of your gilded cage and live a little. It’s not healthy for you to stay by yourself all the time.
I get out now and then. I go down to the Greek deli for lunch sometimes and to the Athena pub once or twice a month.
Yeah, I’ve gone with you. You sit on a bar stool, have two beers, maybe say hi to the bartender, then go back home. Hardly the social event of the season.
I don’t need to be social. I’ve got plenty of money, and I can do whatever I want.
But you don’t, Dean. You don’t go anywhere or do anything or spend any of your money. I hate seeing you all by yourself. You need to have some fun. Stop being such a Scrooge all the time. Find a nice girl and have a good time.
Nice girls don’t have the kind of good time you’re referring to. And just because I’m not having sex on a daily basis like my playboy younger brother, doesn’t mean I don’t partake at times.
This is the perfect opportunity for you to participate even more. Go to Last Chance Beach. I’ll set you up with a job there as Dean Peters, and you can work your way through some of the island girls. There’re a few I can recommend to show you a little fun. In the meantime, you can do some snooping and figure out who’s been leaking our marketing strategies to our rival resort.
Dean clenched his hand around the phone and gritted his teeth. They did have to find the culprit, and Trey was too well known on the island. While Dean had visited twice, he’d never stayed at the resort and hadn’t introduced himself to anyone there. He liked his anonymity.
Could he do this? Sure, he could. It would be like a mini vacation for him. But what position would be least noticeable? Not front desk clerk or anything in management. It had to be something no one paid any attention to.
His gaze fell to the wastebasket under his desk. It was emptied every day, and he never thought about who did it. The maintenance staff moved about easily, and most people ignored them. It was perfect.
I’ll do it. Make arrangements for Dean Peters to be transferred from one of the other resorts to the Ocean Pearl in the maintenance department. He’ll need a place to live. Nothing fancy or on the beach. There’re a few older houses that rent rooms on that street behind the library. Something near that would be good. And I’ll need an old truck to use. I think the maintenance guy would be a tad conspicuous driving a BMW.
Perfect. I’ll make the arrangements myself. With the college students going back to school next week, there should be a few holes to fill. And Dean…?
What?
I know you’re going there for a purpose, but maybe take in a little sun, surf, and sand while you’re there.
Sure, why not.
After he’d caught the person sharing their marketing strategies.
Eleni Griffin finished typing the e-mail, double-checked it for spelling and accuracy, CCed Aarya Lanka, her boss, then hit send. One more item off her ever-growing list of things she hadn’t planned on today. At least Aarya was pleasant and thanked her for her time and effort.
The outer door to the management office opened. Hugh Tomlin walked in and waved at Aarya’s door. Is she in?
She’s currently meeting with Chef in the banquet hall kitchen.
Hugh rolled his eyes and huffed. Tell her I need to see her ASAP.
He spun and was out of the room in seconds, leaving the door wide open.
Of course, I will, sir. Anything you say, sir. Oh, and you’re so very welcome. I’m happy to help you any time I can.
Yeah, Aarya was much easier to work for. Unfortunately, The Ocean Pearl Resort only had one administrative assistant for both the manager and assistant manager. She was it.
As she jotted down a note for Aarya about Hugh, a shuffling from the doorway had her looking up. A man in the standard black pants and light blue Ocean Pearl polo shirt stood there, empty trash bag in hand. She’d never seen him before.
Rising, she greeted him. Hi, I’m Eleni Griffin. Slave labor for the higher ups here. I’m assuming you’re new. The training must have finished then.
The man tugged on the brim of his matching Ocean Pearl hat and nodded. The hats weren’t required uniform, but some of the employees liked them if their jobs took them outside in the sun often.
Dean.
His voice was low and gruff, but pleasant.
Dean. Nice to meet you, Dean. What’s your position here? I’m sorry. I know I should have memorized all the new staff and their jobs, but it’s been hectic with the college students leaving and having to find new replacements.
Maintenance.
His eyes stayed on the floor. Not much of a talker, apparently.
Wonderful. I assume Santos gave you a tour of the place.
Their facilities manager took his responsibility very seriously and would have already given out instructions to the new staff, no doubt.
Yes, ma’am.
Did you need something in the office, or are you here for the trash?
Just the trash.
He held up the bag.
Fine. Both Aarya and Hugh are out of their offices for the moment, so go on in. It was nice meeting you. I’m sure I’ll see you around.
He tipped his head and shuffled past her into Hugh’s office. As she sat back at her desk in the outer office, she couldn’t help but notice Dean’s gait. It was slightly off. Had he hurt himself recently or did he always limp? She certainly wouldn’t ask him today. He already seemed withdrawn enough.
She ran her finger down her planner, checking for her next task. Noises drifted out from Hugh’s office, and a few minutes later, Dean exited and went into Aarya’s office. When he came out, the bag almost full, he stopped and stared at her.
Do you need something, Dean?
Is there trash in this room, too?
Oh, I’m sorry, yes. It’s behind my desk. Right there.
She pointed to her small wastebasket, brimming with paper and pencils shavings. What could she say? She liked her pencils sharp.
Dean shuffled past her desk to reach the barrel, and she finally got a good look at him under his cap. Strong features, probably late thirties or so. A bit of gray peeked out at his temples among otherwise dark hair. Not that she could see much of it with his hat on.
He was tall and lean, but his arms and chest had good definition and filled out the polo shirt nicely. She had to remind herself he was a new employee, and she shouldn’t be gawking.
When he turned after emptying her wastebasket, he ducked his head again. A scar ran from his temple down the side of his cheek and disappeared into the scruff on his chin. Was he embarrassed by it? It hardly detracted from his handsome face. She had to admit it had been a while since she’d felt any kind of flutter in the presence of a good-looking guy. The resort constantly had them, all ages, and occasionally they hit on her if she was out of the office. But fraternizing with the guests was a big no-no. For her, anyway. Guests were here short term. No sense in getting to know any of them as more than guests.
Thank you, Dean. From now on, don’t feel you need to ask permission to come in. As long as Aarya or Hugh aren’t in the middle of a meeting with someone, just go right in.
Great.
He tied the bag and glanced around.
If you have any questions or need anything, let me know. I’m happy to help. I’m sure once you’ve been here a while, it’ll all be easier. I’m here Monday, Wednesday, Friday from seven in the morning to six at night, and Saturday until two.
That made him tilt his chin up. And those eyes. Deep brown with full lashes surrounding them. They were gorgeous. Her stomach fluttered, and she held her hand there to try and calm it.
Those are strange hours.
She cocked her head. They work for me and for the resort.
The three twelve-hour days, with a half day Saturday, made it easier for homeschooling her kids. She loved the island, but one negative was no school here. There was talk of building one, but the plans had been put on hold due to piles of red tape. For now, the kids who lived on Last Chance Beach had to be bused to the mainland. When Xander and Thea started high school, maybe even junior high, she might consider it, but for now she didn’t want them having the long bus ride over the bridge.
His mouth tightened, and he nodded again. Right. Thanks.
Thank you, Dean. And I meant what I said. If you have any questions or forget something you were supposed to do, let me know. I’m happy to help.
He gazed at her strangely with those beautiful eyes that were so dark, they were almost black. A woman could get lost in them.
Thank you, Miss, uh, Mrs. Griffin?
She laughed but appreciated his trying to be accurate. Eleni is fine. I’ll see you later.
Bye.
As he walked out the door, Eleni took the opportunity to stare at him again. A little older than her perhaps and not hard on the eyes. Too bad his demeanor seemed on the subdued side. Then again, who knew what kind of crap he had in his background? She had her own stuff to deal with.
But wouldn’t it be nice to have a conversation with a handsome man and dream of what could happen? Yeah. Dreams were great, but unfortunately, Dean didn’t seem to be much of a conversationalist.
CHAPTER TWO
image-placeholderDean walked down the hallway and dumped the trash bag into the pushcart he’d been given earlier at the training. God, if that hadn’t been the most excruciating thing he’d ever sat through, he didn’t know what was. Two days of listening to the history of the Ocean Pearl and Yios Corporation and how it had gotten started, then hours of strict rules and regulations that all employees had to follow. He already knew all of them. He’d written most of them. What the hell had he been thinking?
Most of the trainings were common sense stuff and how to deal with guests at the resort. As maintenance, he hoped not to really interact with any of them. Or any of the staff either. He wanted to blend into the background and quickly figure out who was giving away their marketing plans.
He hadn’t counted on the admin assistant trying to chat him up. Okay, maybe she was only being friendly, but he’d wanted to get in, look around, then get out. With her there, it had been empty the trash and get out. With her working until six at night, it would be difficult for him to take a look around the offices. His snooping would be limited to Tuesday and Thursday.
Eleni Griffin. Thinking back, he remembered skimming her employee report but couldn’t recall exactly what hers had said. With a few hundred staff at this resort alone, who could blame him? But working in the management office, she’d have access to any plans being brought up in marketing or promotions.
Her sarcastic words after Hugh had huffed out of the office made him chuckle. Yet it was also disrespectful, and she’d made that joke about being slave labor. Did she really feel that way? Enough to want payback against her employer? He’d have to keep his eye on her.
That thought wasn’t an unpleasant one. Eleni was quite pretty with her dark hair, sleek and shiny, that stopped just under her chin. She’d tucked it behind her ears once or twice during the short time he’d been in the office. He hadn’t expected her to speak to him or offer him assistance. She was management. Well, kind of. He depended on his admin assistant to do all the little stuff he never had time for and knew he couldn’t live without her. Fortunately, she had agreed to work from his house, since he hated going into the corporate office. While he was gone, she was taking care of everything remotely. His new apartment was small, but he’d made sure it had great internet.
Where did Eleni live? And why was he even still thinking of her? Because she’s a suspect. And she’d treated him with respect today. It was more than the trainer had done or some of the other staff who seemed too high and mighty to talk to maintenance. Even Hugh had stormed past him without even glancing his way. If only these people knew who he was, they would have been falling all over him to make a good impression.
Stupid thought. He needed everyone to ignore him, so he could find evidence of their culprit. Everyone, except Eleni. He didn’t want her to ignore him. She’d worn a figure-hugging pair of pants that showcased her curves nicely. Curves a man couldn’t help but notice—even one with as much self-control as he had. However, it wasn’t a good idea to get involved with employees, no matter what his brother suggested.
Pushing the trash-filled cart down the hallway, he mentally checked off what Santos had given him to do. Not much today. Mostly, learning the layout of the place by emptying the trash in the offices, registration area, banquet and conferences rooms, and other public areas. The chambermaids took care of trash in the individual hotel rooms.
As he approached the largest of the banquet halls, an attractive blonde rushed out of one of the smaller rooms, the Emerald if he recalled correctly. Her four-inch heels clicked rapidly on the tiles as she waved at him.
Oh, hey, you, whatever your name is. I need you in here immediately.