Woman Mistakes Guest at Spa for Employee, Doesn’t Realize He’s a Billionaire Falling in Love
A Misunderstanding at the Spa
Lena Garrett was having the worst day of her life, and she wasn’t about to let some lazy spa employee make it any worse.
“You call this a clean towel?” she snapped, holding up the damp, crumpled mess that had been handed to her.
“I paid for a luxury experience, not whatever this is.”
The man standing in front of her raised an eyebrow, his dark blue eyes glinting with something between amusement and disbelief.
He was tall, ridiculously so, with broad shoulders and an air of effortless confidence that didn’t belong to someone working at a five-star spa, but Lena was too frustrated to notice.
“My apologies,” he said smoothly, his voice rich and deep.
“Would you like me to fetch you another one?”
“Obviously,” Lena huffed, crossing her arms.
“And maybe try smiling next time. You’re in customer service, aren’t you?”
The man exhaled sharply, almost like he was holding back laughter. Then, without another word, he turned and disappeared into the hallway.
Lena sighed, rubbing her temples. This was supposed to be a relaxing day. Her best friend had surprised her with a spa voucher after weeks of dealing with back-to-back shifts at the hospital.
She was exhausted, overworked, and in desperate need of some pampering. So far, all she’d gotten was a lukewarm welcome, a questionable robe, and now an attitude from an employee who clearly didn’t care.
A minute later, the man returned holding a fresh, neatly folded towel.
“Here,” he said, handing it to her.
Lena snatched it from him and inspected it carefully.
“See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?”
The corner of his mouth twitched.
“Not at all.”
Something about his tone made her pause. It wasn’t defensive or annoyed; it was entertained, like he was in on a joke she didn’t understand.
Before she could say anything else, a woman in a pristine white uniform approached, her expression startled.
“Mr. Fletcher, we weren’t expecting you today.”
Lena blinked.
“Mr. Fletcher?”
The man turned to the woman, offering a polite nod.
“Last minute decision.”
The spa attendant’s eyes darted between them, her face paling.
“Did she… um… were you helping her with something?”
Lena narrowed her eyes. Why did the woman look like she was about to faint?
“Just a minor misunderstanding,” the man said easily. He turned back to Lena, tilting his head slightly.
“Enjoy your spa day, Miss Garrett.”
“She,” she answered automatically.
His lips curved into something that wasn’t quite a smile but held enough charm to make Lena’s stomach flip.
“Miss Garrett.”
He walked away, leaving Lena standing there, her mind racing. The second he was out of sight, the spa attendant let out a strangled noise.
“Oh my God!”
Lena frowned. “What?”
“That was Elias Fletcher!”
The name meant nothing to her, and the woman gaped at her.
“As in Elias Fletcher, the billionaire? The owner of this entire resort?”
Lena’s heart dropped. “What?”
“You just ordered around the man who literally owns this place!”
Lena felt the blood drain from her face. Oh no. She had just barked orders at a billionaire, and judging by the way he’d looked at her, he had enjoyed every second of it.
