“We’re here to scout for new talent,” Victor goes on, like this truly is a friendly explanation with no lurking dangers within. Ha! “And since you worked in that resort, I figure your input will be extra useful.”

Is that…

That is a compliment. What on earth?

Snatching for my glass, I take another shaky sip. Victor is the last man I should get tipsy around, but none of this makes any freaking sense. Maybe vodka will help.

“Yesterday, you made me clean your apartment,” I say slowly. Obviously, I took no shame in that task—why would I?—but Victor clearly wanted me to feel bad about it. “The day before,...