by Fife, Nicky
Contents
Title page
Copyright
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
HIS JAZZ AFFAIR
By Nicky Fife
Copyright 2015 Nicky Fife
All rights Reserved
Copyright
Copyright © 2015 Nicky Fife
All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher or author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. Trademarked names appear throughout this book. Rather than use a trademark symbol with every occurrence of a trademarked name, names are used in an editorial fashion, with no intention of infringement of the respective owner's trademark. This story is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author's imagination or have been used fictitiously. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locale or organizations is purely coincidental.
Prologue
Guy let the music carry him further away, her hot sexy voice drawing him closer captivating him. He could see her, the dark vixen weaving her web around him. She had the most enchanting voice he ever heard.
He could listen to her all night long. She turned to look at him, dark smokey eyes full of unbridled passion only for him. Her gaze arresting him for a moment, as her dark brown eyes looked into his, seeing his very core.
She threw her head back, her dark locks shimmering in the stage lights. The passion of the song over took her and a single tear ran down her cheek.
His heart yeaned for her, longing to be in her embrace. She reached out her hand as if beckoning him to her, my love, she mouthed the words. His heart beat faster with the music as she reached the peak of the performance.
It was a brilliant performance that could win an award. In the glory of the moment he forgot that he was sitting in a crowded club with reporters around. This was a personal performance for him.
He closed his eyes blocking the disturbing crowd around him, letting the music fill his mind. At that moment he was in touch with his deepest feelings. Allowing himself to feel those emotions he kept at bay.
Loud thunderous applause brought him back to reality, and she was bowing throwing kisses to the crowd. Her infectious laugh filled the room as she blushed waving to the crowd.
He had been coming to see her sing, unable to forget that first performance. She was a captivating woman with chocolate dark hair, fiery eyes and a sensual mouth. Her body small with curves in the right places.
Guy did not know her name, but he knew the tempo of her heart. She had a strong voice that carried maturity that was surprising for her age. He watched as she glided over the stage her brilliant hair flowing behind her.
It was obvious that she captured the hearts of the men with her flicking smile almost innocent smirk that made her look vulnerable. Guy wanted to hold her to protect her from the world. He felt protective over her but she looked like a woman who could hold her own.
His body responded to her the stirring deep in his loins begging to be released. He stretched out his leg to relieve some of the pressure. He lifted his wine glass and took a gulp, the liquid cooling him down.
Guy watched as she walked over to talk to her band mates excited, oblivious of his scrutiny on her. The drummer with long curly hair dropped his arm casually around her drawing her towards him. She wrapped her arm around his waist in response. Guy felt uncomfortable as if he was eavesdropping on their intimacy. Jealousy swelled up in him. Such emotions over a stranger? That was unlike him, he didn’t even know the day for goodness sake.
He had his fair share of women and they were not the best of relationships. Especially the last one. It had left him torn and bleeding inside.
He remembered it like it was yesterday, the betrayal that broke his heart. Never again would he leave his heart unguarded for any woman to stab him. Once was enough. He now knew better, ditch them before they ditch you.
He would never let a woman hurt him again. He picked up his car keys, turned his back and walked away from her.
Chapter 1
“Evening, Guy. How was your day?”
Guy turned around at the mention of his name. It was the familiar voice of his hotel manager Sheila. A tall blonde woman, slim with ice cold eyes.
He was standing in the hotel foyer waiting for her and another executive. A business dinner had been scheduled to discuss matters. The past few months had been hectic for guy, managing six hotels was not an easy task.
It was times like this when he appreciated Sheila’s management skills. The report he would get today would be impeccable. Sheila was a perfectionist.
“Four meetings in a day are more than enough for one man. At least the investors are happy with our progress and will be putting in more money at least.”
“Thanks for the new car.”
“You deserve it.” This hotel had been the best performing in their group. They had decided as management to buy Sheila an expensive Mercedes. She did have an image to keep.
“You can throw in a holiday to the Bahamas as well.” She laughed throwing him a sensual look.
“That can be arranged. We are proud of the good work you are doing.”
Guy smiled to the passing staff as they went about their duties. His eyes seeped over the hotel noting every detail. Nothing was out of place. Not even a misplaced pen. Clients expected such opulence in a five star hotel.
“It seems Steve will be running a bit late.”Sheila said.
“May as well start dinner without him. I am starving.” Guy remembered having an apple and water between meetings. He rarely ate when his mind was at work. His secretary nicknamed him the work machine.
Sheila chose the centre table in the restaurant for them. She liked being the centre of attention. They were within sight of everyone in the hotel.
“What will you be having?”Guy asked politely.
“A salad”
He didn’t expect anything less from her. She had a toned body which was a little thin for his liking. He preferred women with a bit flesh on them. She was still attractive in her model body.
Guy sat back thoughtfully as he looked at the menu. Sheila always had a salad. He could not remember her ever ordering anything else. If their guests went about ordering salads all the time the restaurant would go out of business fast.
Sheila’s phone rang and she answered.
“The baby is coming. Congratulations Steve. See you tomorrow then” She cut off.
“It will just be the two of us for dinner. Steve’s wife is in hospital. The baby is coming.” Sheila was happy to have this time alone with Guy. She could not have set it better herself.
“That’s good for them.” Guy agreed noticing the smug smile on her face.
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Tracy saw him and her heart began to race, butterflies fluttering in her stomach. She convinced herself that he was a mirage, coming from her fantasies to play tricks on her. She looked away, and then stole another look again. But still there he was!
She knew him well. Guy Scot the owner of Scot Hotels. The owner of this hotel were she was working.
He was sitting at the centre table of the restaurant, close enough for her to see his chiselled face. Dark, handsome with those gorgeous lips. He was right there and not a pigment of her imagination. This was surreal.
He smiled at the woman sitting across him, flashing those prefect white teeth. His blue eyes as ca
ptivating as she had seen in his photos. The tabloids did not do him justice!
Oh, dear should she serve him? Tracy was shaking in shock. Should she ask one of the other waitresses to do that round for her? Her shift was almost over. Just a few more minutes and she would be out of this place.
She could just hang out in the back until her shift was over. She could avoid going to serve them. Her heat beat faster as she thought of ways of getting out of doing this round.
Guy was wearing a black suit that moulded his body to perfection. He had an aura of magnetism that drew women around him. Tracy could see a lot of glances thrown his way by the females sitting in the restaurant.
He drew attention easily, and the golden woman sitting with him was as striking. They made an attractive pair. Both tall, confident and charismatic.
Tracy debated with herself. What if she tripped over herself, or said something stupid. Ok compose yourself, he doesn’t bite. This man was her boss, well not directly her boss. He was the owner of Scot Hotels, a chain of luxury hotels and Tracy just happened to work as a waitress in one of them.
They had never met. Just because she had developed a teenage crush on him through those glossy magazines, didn’t make it real!
“Are you going to stand there all night?” John the head waiter asked rather annoyed. He had seen Tracy hesitating to attend to customers. This was not the time to be seen lazing around on the job. The owner of the hotel was around.
“We don’t have all night.”John took his job seriously and he was looking to be promoted to assistant manager soon. "Get a move on"
“I am getting to it John, in a minute.”
“You know Sheila is around you want her to bite our necks?”
“Don’t exaggerate John.”
He got close to her,” I can get fired.”
It was true. A few workers had gotten fired. It was a noose around everyone’s neck. One wrong step and your neck snaps.
“Ok, ok I am going.” Tracy patted her brow.
John wanted to impress his boss and having slow service was not the way to go. It was especially important this night because Guy Scot himself was here. And what Mr Scot wanted he got.
“I’m catching my breath,” Tracy said grabbing her notepad.
She couldn't just saunter over to them without clearing her head first. It was disorienting to see the man of your dreams sitting in front of you. A flesh and blood man, not some cold picture that she was acquainted to. Taking a deep sigh she resigned to her fate, putting on her steadiest smile, polite and professional she held her head high as she approached them.
Guy was trying hard to listen to Sheila as she gave him the update on the hotel progress. She was a beautiful blond woman, a go getter, determined to reach the top. He did not regret hiring her a year ago to manage this hotel. Profits had risen significantly under her management, and it was one of the best performing hotels under the chain. She had a masters degree in business and knew her job well.
Having managed two hotels initially she brought a wealth of knowledge to the brand that gave them an edge over competitors.
Sheila had her pick of job offers, but astonishingly she had accepted his offer. She was still being head hunted and still she remained. The Hilton Hotels were still pursuing her.
Guy had recently noticed that she was getting more serious hanging around him and having a few wardrobe malfunctions and he wasn’t doing much to deter her. A slip of the blouse on the shoulder had happened once too often.
She was an attractive woman. She knew he was not ignorant to her charms. He was just playing hard to get.
He wasn’t blind to female antics and it amused him greatly. She now turned up for most business trips, making sure that his personal assistant included her with the executives. He didn’t mind because he kept it all professional. Most women got tired when they saw his disinterest. Not this one. Sheila was bent on pursuing him regardless.
Since his fiancé broke their engagement two years back, he had seen the true colours of women. He had been so in love and ready to marry then. But he ultimately got the shock of his life when she out of the blue broke the engagement after meeting a rich eighty year billionaire.
Guy even knew the old man for that matter. He was a grandfather to one of her friends. They had all grown up together and he considered that man his own grandfather. He realised then that he was no more than a meal ticket. From then on, he had thrown himself into his work, he had been greatly disappointed. A few women had come, and gone. But none had managed to get him to bring the ring out again.
He saw Tracy standing talking to the head waiter and he recognised her instantly. The girl from the jazz club! She had captivated him with her smooth, luscious voice the first night he saw her. He almost chocked on his wine at her sight.
On one of those nights he wanted to be by himself, Guy had taken a detour and stopped by a jazz club to refresh a moment. He had seen her then, beautiful dark haired with amazing brown eyes. She wasn’t extremely striking at first sight but her lovely face was refreshing.
She sang well, though he could tell they were still rough around the edges but the band put up a good performance.
He had let himself be drawn into the mood of the night, with her honey edged voice carrying through the dark night, singing just for him. I would love to hear that every night, he contemplated to himself. From then on he had been hooked.
He went the following week and saw them playing again. He was mesmerised by her voice it was soothing it carried him to that place where it was just him and his lover. He had been to that place once, when he was in love. The music made him captured those moments again.
He made it a habit to pass by the club every week, watching his dark goddess, enjoying the laid back atmosphere of the jazz music. One time he had gotten busy with work and when he visited the jazz club again he was disappointed to learn that the band had moved on because the club was closing down.
He wanted to see her again, to feel her presence, to have her within arm’s reach. Guy had gotten the band’s name from the club manager. It was called The Four. A likely name for a four band member group.
He knew he would find her sooner or later. He managed to get a contract with them to play at his house at a function over the weekend, and now here she was working for him. She had been right under his nose all this time.
Tracy walked as cautiously as her wobbly legs would carry her. All she could hear around her was her pulse, drumming away in her ears. He was still concentrating on the woman before him.
Tracy recognised her as the head manager for the hotel. Sheila was known to be ruthless to staff. She could easily fire people for little mistakes if they compromised service delivery. Tracy cleared her throat for the second time before Guy Scot acknowledged her by a simple nod of the head.
“Good evening, may I take your order?” she tried to keep her voice from shaking.
They hardly glanced at her and she felt invisible. Guy gave their order his smooth voice speaking in low tones. Before Tracy could grasp, he folded his menu and put it aside.
She stood for a second trying to remember what he said but all she could hear was him saying her name! Did he really say her name? No, I don’t think so, she thought.Ohh why was this happening to her! Why was his voice echoing in her head!
“I am sorry sir, kindly repeat again?” She asked in a small voice. How embarrassing. She wished the ground to open up and swallow her.
Guy lifted his eyes surprise at her; Sheila shot her an irritated look. This waitress was not serious, honestly.
“Ok. Would you like me to write it down for you?” he asked smiling a light playing in his eyes.
“No no. I just missed a bit, sir”
He went over slowly waiting for her to acknowledge that she was ready.
Tracy listened very hard trying to stop her shaking pen from falling off her hand. Sheila turned a dark look on her that promised a nasty talk later. Tracy hurriedly ran off before she embarra
ssed herself further.
It was a surprise meeting him in flesh though she had been working at the hotel's restaurant for a year now. Well mainly because she had been assigned housekeeping duties before becoming a waitress. How would their paths ever cross? Even if they did it was not mandatory for them to be acquainted at any level, than being boss and employee.
She had seen him around as he walked by. He either was on his phone or there was some executive escorting him around. Tracy admired him from afar but this was the first time she had seen him close in person.
She was relieved when she managed to deliver their order with no more hassles. They were engrossed in their conversation, he hardly lifted his head to her. She could have imagined that smile.
Tracy took a sigh of relief as she changed from her uniform into some jeans and shirt. God, he is so hot. Much better in person than his pictures, for sure. Those lips could make a sane woman mad. Mad to ravish him.
"You wanna hang about a bit?" Jane the young Chinese girl asked. She was a nice girl who had a good command of English. She was very happy to be working in South Africa, and was surprised to find modern apartments and running water. It had taken her a week to believe that Africa was not all jungle.
Cape Town was a beautiful metropolitan city. A tourist resort area that was pregnant with diverse culture and languages. It was a far cry from the lion infested wilderness that Jane expected. She had not even seen a zebra hoping around!
"Sorry Jane I have practise today'' Tracy excused herself.
“You are always busy with the band. Soon you will forget your friends.”She snorted.
“No I will not. We just have to put in more hours now.” Tracy laughed it off.
“You can come to one of our practise sessions. The guys would love to have you around. Especially Don.” Tracy chided.
Jane blushed, “I will see him later on, without you bunch around.”
They stood chatting for some time. Finally Tracy was able to leave after being updated on all the rumour in the hotel. Jane loved chatting about everyone and everything that did not concern her. She was the one to know the latest gossip everything that happened in everyone’s life. It was amazing how she stored all that information in her small head!
