The Billionaire's Intern (Maya Thompson) novel Chapter 122

Chapter 62: No One Else Gets to Look-1

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The sun hung high and warm in the sky, casting a soft shimmer across the island. One by one, the team began drifting back to their rooms, full and content, their laughter still lingering in the ocean breeze.

Maya and Harper strolled side by side along the cobbled path leading toward the lobby, still laughing about the seafood, the wine, and how Harper nearly got herself banned from the table after her dramatic shrimp performance.

Just as Harper veered toward the elevator, a voice called out behind them.

“Ms. Lin!”

Harper turned.

James approached-ever the polished professional-though there was something unusually amused in his eyes.

“Apologies for the interruption. I’d like to inform you of a room change.”

Harper blinked. “A… what now?”

“You’ve been upgraded to the room beside Ms. Maya’s,” James said smoothly. “The front desk has already arranged to have your things moved. It was a personal request from Mr. Blackwood.”

Harper’s eyes widened, then lit up.

“Oh my god. Are you serious?”

James nodded.

“Yes. Effective immediately.”

Harper threw a dramatic hand over her chest, then turned to spot the two men chatting just a few steps behind them.

“Mr. Blackwood, my favorite boss in the entire universe! That is so generous of you. I mean, I don’t want to accept it-too luxurious, too VIP-but if you insist… well, who am I to say no, right? Eeeekk!”

Then she grabbed Maya’s arm and bounced.

“Maya! Did you hear that? I just got an upgrade!”

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Maya blinked, torn between laughing and hiding behind her hair.

“Your boyfriend is so generous,” Harper leaned closer, dropping her voice to a mock conspiratorial hush.

“Hey… do you think you can ask him to send some of those bougie grapes to my room too? You know the ones in your room? Or… I’ll just steal them from yours. Same thing.”

Maya covered her face, cheeks already flushed-maybe from the sun, maybe not.

“Shh! Harper! One day your big mouth is going to get us both in trouble. And why me? You go ask him! Besides… he’s not my boyfriend.”

Harper leaned in, whispering loudly enough for everyone to still hear,

“Not officially, yet-but it’s obvious to anyone with eyes. That man’s already yours,

Behind them, a low chuckle broke the moment.

Ashcroft.

Ashcroft leaned in again, whispering to Harper with a wink,

“Told you. Already hers.”

After the long, sun-drenched lunch, they agreed it was time to freshen up and change, planning to regroup in the lobby in about an hour. The promise of cool showers and a moment’s respite settled over them like a soft, welcome breeze.

Half an hour later, the two men were already in the lobby waiting.

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Damien stood near the concierge, speaking in low tones to James and the resort manager- calm, composed, every inch the man in control. A few steps away, Ashcroft leaned against a column, scrolling through his phone like the cover model of a tropical getaway issue.

Ashcroft looked effortlessly beach-ready in a short-sleeved floral shirt, the first three buttons undone to reveal a sculpted, sun-kissed chest. Paired with teal swim shorts and designer sunglasses perched on his face, he looked like he’d walked straight out of a luxury travel ad.

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