Stepbrother Bad Boy's Baby Boxed Set(60)

"Yes, Julian?"

"I noticed you called him Mr. Williamson. Any particular reason?"

She turned her head to look at me with a twinkle in her eye. "Why do you think?"

It told me a lot. After my father being so casual, Yuki had grown used to it, and only referred to people by their family names if she didn't like them. Of course, I was 'sir' for years to her, but I deserved it. But if Yuki was calling him that, I suspected my new boss might be a challenge to work for. Not what I wanted, but I could deal with it. The hint of Krystal's jasmine perfume that crossed my attention reminded me of the very reason.



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Krystal



"Whoa, Yuki. I didn't know you had it in you. You always seemed so...."

"Conservative?" Yuki asked, smiling as she ran her hands over the metallic silver hood of her Nissan GT-R NISMO. "In most of my daily life I am. But not everywhere."

The car was beautiful, sleek and powerful. If I could take the word sexy and put it into a Japanese sports car, it was this one. Yuki had also done a lot of customization to it, including fender work, a new hood with aerodynamic scoop, and a body kit that made the vehicle look like it hugged the ground. I whistled as I touched the carbon fiber body. It looked fast even standing still. "How come I've never seen this before?" I asked. "I mean, I stayed at the Manor a few times."

"Because I only took her out when I needed to," Yuki replied. "John let me use a Manor car for work, and I wasn't going to risk her just going for work. She's far too valuable."

"Uh, can I ask.... how valuable?" I said, looking inside at the leather racing seats and Bose sound system. It only had room for two, and looked more like the cockpit of a jet fighter than a car. "And what can she do?"

"I've put close to a two hundred thousand into her," Yuki replied. "I'd have spent more if she'd been new, but the NISMO is the type of car that dedicated tuners upgrade when they can. I found her on an auction site for just under a hundred thousand, then put in another hundred thousand over the past three years in upgrades and customizations."

"And you knew about this how?" I asked Julian, who was grinning.

"Pure luck. I caught sight of her driving it off one day and saw her parking it inside the locked garage another. So how fast can she go, Yuki?"

"I don't know. There is a track nearby I might try and find out, but the fastest I've had her up to is a hundred and forty on a road trip through Canada on a vacation. But there are NISMOs that can top two hundred easily. I've spent most of it on getting the zero to sixty time down. I'm at just under one point eight seconds right."

I blinked. I think my car did zero to sixty in about ten times that. "Wow. So does that mean you're driving this every day now?"

Yuki nodded with a smile. "I can't just let her stay inside all the time, although I am getting a SUV for the winter months, when the roads are snowy or we have bad driving conditions. But in good weather, this baby is going to purr."

"Amazing. Well, I guess we need to get this meeting with Mr. Williamson out of the way. Any advice?"

Yuki laughed and nodded. "Yes. Mind your manners. He's not a bad man I think, but he has been in the Forrester Hotel group for almost forty years. He knows this is his last assignment before he retires, and he plans on, as he put it, training the next generation properly. I would suggest not telling him to, what was it you said, Krystal? Yes, no telling him to f*ck off."

I groaned and sighed, walking away after giving Yuki's car a lingering last look. "I only said it once, you know. Sheesh, tell your boss to f*ck off once, and it stays with you forever."

Yuki led us to the general manager's office, where a man who was older than John Castelbon sat behind his desk, dressed in a perfectly pressed gray suit. "Mr. Williamson, this is Julian Castelbon and Krystal Aksoy." She nodded respectfully, and turned to go, slipping me a wink as she did. "No f*ck off!" she mouthed as she walked out the door, and I had to repress a smile.

"Come in, please and close the door," Mr. Williamson said. I felt like I was back in school being called to the principal's office. "It's good to meet you two. I've been looking over your profiles, expecting your arrivals. Mr. Forrester has made it clear to me, you two are in a relationship?"

"Yes we are," Julian said, "I was assured it wasn't going to be a problem."

"Since you are on equal levels in the hotel chain of command, it shouldn't be," Williamson replied. "On the other hand, I must make it very clear that regardless of that and your, ahem, personal relationship with Mr. Forrester, I expect you both to uphold the highest standards of professionalism. That means that where guests can see you, no public displays of affection, especially if you are on duty."

"We understand," I said, giving Julian a warning glance. I could read Williamson like a book, and understood it was a very old-school book. He ran his hotel like he was in the military, and would not be afraid to cut down anyone who gave him trouble. "Outside our quarters, there is no public displays of affection on resort grounds. Is that going to be all the time?"

"Most of the time. I'm not exactly Captain Bligh, regardless of what some of the younger staff may say about me. There are social events and other such times on the resort calendar in which the lines of duty are somewhat relaxed, and you'll be given the opportunity to act more, well, more relaxed. Miss Watanabe has that schedule already for the next two months."