The Office Party by Whitney G.

I can hardly contain my excitement as he shows off the amenities.

Private swim-up pool and ocean view. Personal butler and luxury bedding service. Unlimited dessert and alcohol.

No Garrett West.

After he shows us a bonus pool on the roof, Georgia pops open a bottle of champagne, and I flop onto a flamingo float.

“How about a toast?” she says. “First one is to you.”

“No.” I wait for her to pour my glass. “First one is to escaping mandatory attendance …”

The following morning, I roll over in bed at four o’clock out of habit. My brain is wired to West Media’s holiday schedule, so I open my laptop and start checking my emails.

To my surprise, Mr. West hasn’t sent me a single message, and the only urgent thing I need to do is thank my Secret Santa sender: Jerry in Marketing. He’s given me a Starbucks gift card, an ‘I hope you enjoy reading this’ note, and a paperback copy of How to Deal with an Overbearing Boss.

I own three copies of this book already, and I’ve listened to the audio version countless times, but I tell him that I’m “thrilled” to have a new book to read.

My eyes catch sight of another email—a task I know Mr. West will lose his mind over, and before I know it, I’m ordering room service coffee and handling projects as the minutes slip into hours.

“Working on your vacation already?” Georgia steps into my room around ten, donning a bright red bikini. “Is there another emergency business deal you have to handle?”

“No.” I shut it before tossing it onto the bed. “I’m ready to relax whenever you are.”

“Prove it.” She crosses her arms.

I change into a swimsuit under her watchful eyes, pull my hair up into a bun, and then I grab a few towels before following her to the beach.

As we set our chairs near the shore, the resort’s concierge walks over with a white envelope.

“Miss Grey?” he asks. “I’ve just received an urgent wire message for you.”

“Your manager is being a little over the top.” I smile. “It’s okay that he didn’t personally check us in, I promise.”

“It’s not from our manager, Miss. It’s from a Mr. Garrett West.”

“From a who?” My voice cracks. “What name did you just say?”

“Mr. Garrett West of West Media.” He reads the front of the envelope. “He says that it’s an emergency, and that it is imperative that you read it.”

My entire world comes to a stop, and I shake my head in disbelief. There’s no way in hell that he knows I’m here, so either I’m dreaming right now, or the universe is playing a ridiculously cruel joke on me.

“I don’t know anyone named Garrett West,” I say. “There must be another Savannah Grey here. Sorry.”

“You and your sister are the only guests on this side of the resort, Miss Grey.” He stretches his hand out a bit further, trying to hand it to me.

I don’t take it.

“For security purposes, we made him verify a few things,” he says. “I even asked him to describe you.”

“How did he describe her, then?” Georgia asks, moving next to me. “I mean, I don’t know a Mr. West either, so this man might be a stalker of some sort.”

He gives us a blank stare.

I’m tempted to plop down on my chair and enjoy the rest of my day, but he pulls a crumpled post-it note from his pocket.

Clearing his throat, he begins to read. “And I quote … She’s a fucking vision, but since I need to be specific, she has almond-colored eyes and deep brown curls that frame her face and complement her skin. If she’s anywhere near the water when you give her my message, she’ll probably have her hair pulled up in a polka dot red and black scarf since she only buys that color for some reason.”

I pull the scarf off my head and hide it behind my back. “I’m not wearing a scarf today.”

“Her lips are always coated in a bright shade of red,” he continues. “And whenever she’s lying, she tends to talk very fast and—”

“Okay, enough.” I snatch the envelope from his hands. “Thank you very much for this message.”

“You’re very welcome, Miss Grey.” He nods and walks away.

When he’s out of sight, I rip the envelope to shreds and toss the pieces into the sea. Then I plop down into my chair and try to think of where he is right now.