Private 02 - Private Paradise

position as Hollywood royalty into an incredibly successful reality television franchise. What had started with a camera crew following them and their silly, vapid antics through their silly, vapid lives had spawned a slew of spinoffs featuring everyone from their hairdressers to their dog groomers.
    When their rep had made the reservation at Holley Cay on their behalf, claiming that they wanted to visit the resort specifically because they wanted to have a break from the constant scrutiny of the paparazzi, Carla had inwardly cringed. She'd caught an episode of their show once and had turned it off, disgusted, after five minutes.
    Still, a high profile client was a high profile client, and for the next fifteen minutes at least there were few people more visible than the Waters twins. “Besides,” Bryce, who was practically trembling like a Chihuahua at the thought of meeting the twins, had assured her, “you know how a lot of these people are totally different once they're away from the cameras. Watch, they're probably totally sweet and down to earth and just playing up the dippy spoiled girl thing for the show.”
    To Carla's dismay and Bryce's disappointment, what you saw on TV was very much what they got. In fact, it didn't take long for Carla to decide that the show's editors must have had their hands full editing the shows so that the girls didn't come off as completely hateful. In this case, their beauty really was only skin deep.
    Just one day into their stay Carla declared them by far the most difficult guests in Holley Cay's history. And having survived the wedding of an actress Carla would forever refer to as “hurricane Jane,” that was saying something.
    “ Looks like the call worked on someone,” Bryce said.
    Carla's skin crawled as she saw them, stretched out on padded teak lounge chairs next to the pool, dressed in bikinis that covered less surface area than the sunglasses perched on their noses. But their virtual lack of clothing wasn't what made the little hairs on the back of her neck stiffen and her teeth grind in her mouth.
    It was the man who was smiling affably at them as they giggled and flipped their hair and arched their backs just in case he didn't notice that four breasts were about to break free of their moorings.
    Sam.
    She could see his teeth flashing in the sun, hear his deep, rumbling chuckle all the way across the pool as he laughed at something one of the twins said.
    Her feet were moving before she even realized it, her heels a sharp staccato on the concrete slabs lining the pool deck.
    The roar in her head was so loud she barely heard Bryce say as he hurried behind her, “Remember, 'Impeccable service to all guests.'” The reminder of item number four on Holley Cay's list of core values brought her back from the edge―barely.
    But it was enough to slow her gait from a stomp to a saunter. As she got closer, she could see one of the twins―Kayla, Carla recognized, because she'd cut her straight blond hair into a pixie cut―had hijacked Sam's walkie talkie. That explained the giggle and lack of response.
    “ Ladies, I really need that back,” Sam said, reaching for the walkie talkie. As he did so, Kayla pulled it to her chest so it nestled between her breasts.
    “ Come and get it,” she said with a flirty smile that made Carla's jaw clench so hard she was afraid her molars would snap.
    Sam returned Kayla’s smile with the same teasing smile that had haunted Carla’s dreams last night. “Honey, if you're angling for me to feel you up, we're going to have to do that when I'm off the clock.”
    “ When will that be?” Karena purred as she ran her fingers down Sam's muscled forearm. “You have a key right? You can just come to our villa―”
    “ You should surprise us,” the other twin, the one with the walkie talkie squealed. “You could pretend to break in―”
    As she closed in, it was all Carla could do not to smack both girls across the mouth as they wove their elaborate burglar/kidnapper fantasy for a grinning Sam. Instead she took it out on Sam, digging her nails into his arm as she grabbed it to get his attention.
    Her calm tone as she said, “I'm sorry to interrupt ladies, but Sam is late for a very important meeting,” was a miracle given the anger that was roaring through her in that moment.
    Sam hid his wince. “Gotta do what the boss says,” he said with an affable smile and a shrug.
    “ And he'll need that back,” Carla said, holding out her