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eyebrows
were massive.   His mouth was fixed and
rather cruel-looking.   His chin was broad
and strong and his cheeks firm though covered in rough stubble.
    “Don’t’ you know what day
it is?”  
    “No, Sir,” Jake said, Minx
noticed a bead of sweat on his forehead.
    “I won’t be seeing anyone
today.   Get out!”   He barked in a state of barely contained
fury.
    “Yes sir,” Jake whispered
backing towards the door as Minx’s blue-diamond eyes widened.
    Minx felt her knees tremble
as Stanley Marx turned briefly and looked at her.   His eyes appraised her briefly.   The anguish in his expression was palpable
and his dark eyes burned.
    “Get out,” he roared as his
eyes flashed dangerously.   He watched as
tears welled up in her eyes and Minx fled the room.
    “He was horrible,” Minx
choked back a sob, “I could have chosen a week with royalty or a ridiculously
good looking Golden globe-winning actor.   No, I chose that brute.   What was
I thinking?”
    Minx followed Jack towards
the kitchen.   The kitchen was a fully
equipped gourmet kitchen decorated with fine polished granite countertops and
wood cabinetry.
    Jake put his head in his
hands and sat on a stool.
    “Today is the anniversary
of his son’s birth.   He was born thirteen
years ago today.   How could I have
forgotten that?”
    “Is this his son who died
in a car crash?”
    “Yes, Stanley never got
over losing his son.   He adored that
boy,” he said in a hoarse voice.
    Jake blinked at her, truly
bewildered as she sat and faced him.
    “Should I go?”
    “No, stay the week.   Enjoy the Island, its paradise here most of
the time,” he said as she glanced anxiously at him.
    Minx wiped the tears off
her face and refused to think of Stanley Marx again.   She might as well try to enjoy the rest of
the week.
    “Good girl, let me show you
to your bedroom, you must be tired,” said Jake smiling up at her.

    ***

Chapter Five

    Jake took her arm and they
chatted as they went up the elegant staircase leading to the guest bedroom.   The bedroom was furnished with a relaxing and
indulging large leather sofa and TV.   There was a private nook in the corner of the bedroom with desk and
chair to just email or phone.   Minx
admired the King bed, private bath steam shower, Jacuzzi tub, and large walk-in
closet
      “You must be tired.   You should rest a while.   There is a bell by the side of the bed, if
you need anything.   I have to be away for
the rest of the day but, come and go as you please. ” Jake said as he gave a
courteous bow and left.
    Minx felt no desire to answer
the incessant ring of her mobile she had ignored since landing.   She switched off her mobile and placed it in
a bedside drawer.
    Minx lay sprawled on her
bed and thought about Stanley Marx.   She
ran a frustrated hand through her blonde hair as she thought about his appalling
social skills, stern features and heavy brow.   He looked like the type of person who liked to order people around in a
gruff, often brutal manner.   Minx closed
her eyes and parted her lips as she inhaled.  
    Minx spent the rest of the
day walking barefoot on the tropical beach, watching movies and drinking pina
coladas.   Minx enjoyed the fact she was
in a foreign country with a different culture and attitudes.  
    For supper, Minx sat on a
stool munching on crab in the kitchen while chatting with the housekeeper,
Matilda.   She was a funny old gal.   She seemed awfully old, her face was all
twisted like the bark of a tree and she had a wonderful hooting laugh.
    “How long have you worked
for Stanley?”
    “Two Years.   The housekeeper before me lasted a week
before she quit,” she said hooting with laughter.
    “His bark is worse than his
bite.   If Stanley Marx can’t out argue
you, he bullies you and then takes your silence for agreement with his views.   He sure likes to sit brooding in that
armchair,” Matilda hooted wiping the tears from her eyes as she chopped