Sun, Sea and Sangria

‘Yes, the bar business. I have a chain of cocktail bars throughout the Canary Islands, so I travel around a lot and work long, unsociable hours. I suppose that’s why I’m still single.’ He forces a laugh, and I find myself warming to him.

‘That makes sense,’ I say. I suppose it would be easy to write a guy like Alonso off as being a bit of a player. I imagine if I ever did settle down, the hours I work could be an issue too. It’s not something I’ve worried about before.

I take a sip of my cocktail. ‘Mm, this is good. What is it?’

‘It’s one I picked up when I travelled to Ibiza. It’s Aperol, soda, cava, mint and orange. An Aperol twist on the mojito. I call it the Aperol Zest.’

We chat over the drinks and Alonso orders us another round. Before I know it, it’s seven o’clock.

‘Goodness, I didn’t realise the time. I’m going to have to go and get ready for the show tonight.’

‘Of course. I’m heading over to one of my other premises too; I have a new manager to meet with, but I’ve enjoyed meeting you. I’d like to do this again if you would?’

I get a flutter of excitement. Mike was attractive until he opened his mouth but Alonso is next-level handsome. It’s hard to believe someone like him is even asking someone like me. I’d half expected him to end the date with a polite ‘I’ll see you around’.

‘I’d love to.’

We swap numbers, and when I stand up, I feel a little woozy. I’ll have to have a strong coffee when I get back to the apartment.

Alonso escorts me outside and stops by a very low, very expensive-looking red sports car. I don’t know or care much about cars but even I know that it’s fancy.

‘I’ll see you soon.’ He leans over and kisses my cheek before opening the door.

‘Bye,’ I say. He starts the engine and there’s a thunderous roar. ‘Bloody hell,’ I mutter under my breath as he drives off.

On my way home, I catch up on all my messages. Ant can’t find his white T-shirt, Andrea is desperate to know how the drinks went, and then there are a few emails.

Dear Kat,

I say this with a heavy heart, but we’re going to have to cancel the next block of shows booked across our chain. Our bookings have really taken a hit this year and I can’t guarantee we’ll sell enough show tickets to break even. I’m sorry. I hope things turn around for us all soon.

Best wishes,

Marco

General Manager

Sunseeker Resort and Leisure group

My heart thumps in my chest. ‘What the …?’ I whisper.

The Sunseeker chain is four hotels. Each one had booked four shows over the winter season. That’s sixteen shows wiped off our calendar before Christmas, coupled with the two other cancellations I’ve already had. Even with the ten per cent cancellation fee imposed, I can’t afford to keep me and the guys in accommodation if I don’t think of something to fix this mess.

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