Free Uncensored Passion (Men of Passion) by Bobbi Cole Meyer

explained that they rent apartments there, as well. We would like an explanation from you.”
    Kayla composed herself inwardly, maintaining an outward appearance of calm she was far from feeling. “Mr. and Mrs. Romero, I do wish you would sit down and let us discuss this rationally.”
    “ Doctor Romero,” the man corrected pithily as they both reluctantly sat down on the edge of the couch and waited for her to speak.
    “Dr. Romero, then. Yes, all of them live there. J.J., as he told you, does maintain my pool in exchange for which he lives in the pool house. And I assure you it is as comfortable, perhaps more so, than any inexpensive apartment he could rent.”
    “And you let your tenants use your Jacuzzi whenever they want?”
    “I do.”
    “How come they were all there together? I assume to pay their rent, they must have jobs,” Dr. Romero said sarcastically, his tone suspicious and accusatory.
    Forcing a smile, Kayla answered as tersely as the question had been asked. “My tenants are independent businessmen who come and go as they please. And frankly, Dr. Romero, that is none of your business.”
    “What is my business is why my son feels he is better off being an occasional pool boy and working for a mediocre pool company rather than being at the university preparing for his true role in life, that of a doctor, or home with his family until he settles his foolish young mind on his life’s goals. And I should think you would not allow a mere employee the use of your private Jacuzzi, especially unclothed.”
    Kayla decided not to address their being naked. Instead she said, “What your son decides about his future is not my concern. That is between you and J.J. But let me make one thing clear. I value J.J.’s services and don’t consider him a ‘mere employee.’ He’s honest and hardworking, and I give him the run of the house because I trust him completely and know I can depend on him to keep an eye on things. In this day and age, that is a rare thing, as I’m sure you will agree. And again, it’s none of your business.”
    A fidgeting Rosanna Romero was eyeing her with a troubled, introspective glare. Kayla had the strange feeling the woman was seeing right through her flimsy answer, into the heart of her polyandry secret as she asked incredulously, “Don’t you find it uncomfortable, sharing your home with strangers?”
    “No. The mansion has been divided into separate apartments and my tenants all value their privacy, as I do.”
    “You don’t find strange men in your house intrusive?” Dr. Romero asked.
    “They’re not strangers, as I have carefully checked each out, and to answer your question, not at all. It’s a very big house, as you saw. Could you tell me why you have such a problem with that?”
    “It just doesn’t—well—that part is your concern. But we don’t want our J.J. to be nothing more than a pool boy!” Mrs. Romero said. “He should be in university or he should be at home, like his father said, with us until he decides what he wants to do with his life. He is only nineteen you know.”
    “I suppose that choice is up to him. Did he say he wished to return with you? If so, I will have to place an ad for another pool boy.”
    “No. He said he was never going to return to San Antonio. That he likes what he’s doing and where he’s living,” Dr. Romero said angrily. “And why shouldn’t he? What better life for a lazy, inconsiderate teenager? A pool boy! Throwing away his future, that is what he is doing and just to spite me. For a nineteen-year-old, what could be better than lounging around in a Jacuzzi and living it up with vagabond buddies?”
    Kayla had to clench her teeth to keep from saying what she wanted to say. She took a deep breath to calm herself.
    “My tenants are hardly vagabonds, Dr. Romero. They are all highly successful businessmen. And as for J.J., I can’t see what you want me to do about the situation.”
    “We want you to fire J.J. In fact,