Maid for the Rock Star(36)

A soft tap started at her door. "Audra? How did it go?"

She slammed the laptop shut and rose to let Serge in. "Good, I guess."

He held up a six-pack of beer. "I guess you won't know for a while yet, but let's celebrate anyway. My last day on the island and to your future job in paradise."

"Antarctica," she blurted out. "They want to send me to Antarctica. This summer. In eight weeks. He sent through the contract, too." It sounded even crazier coming out her mouth than Scott's.

Serge laughed softly. "Seriously? That is awesome. So in eight weeks, you'll be sending me pictures of penguins. I want to see one of you standing next to an emperor penguin. And you have to tell me what they smell like when you email the photo. I hear they stink." He grabbed her hand. "Come on. The tide's out so we can drink on the beach. I'll fight off crabs, sharks and any VIPs who think they can steal you from me. I should've let you buy the beer. You'll be earning triple what you get here, at least."

"Graduates don't get paid that much," she protested.

"One of my mates is a plumber and he took a job at one of the Antarctic research stations because...well, because. He said the pay from six months out there is enough for you to holiday for the next year. Danger money, extra pay for the isolation, all your accommodation, food and clothing included, plus overtime because you have to do shift work and it pays extra." He edged toward her laptop. "Here, let me show you." He opened it, waited for the computer to come out of hibernation, then typed until he brought up the AAD website. "See?"

Audra saw. It was more than anyone in her family had ever earned, even when her father had worked on a minesite. When she got home, she'd be able to pay for a brand new car in cash. Her stomach twisted. It was too much, too far, too...

"You're thinking of turning it down, aren't you?" Serge asked.

She lifted her shocked gaze to meet his. "No, I just..."

"I'll tie you up and fill out the forms for you if you're even thinking about refusing. This is it. Adventure. You living your own life. Your own freedom. This is a dream job, the sort that people fantasise about but never get. Do you know how few people get to visit Antarctica? You're going to get paid to go to the South Pole."

"It's too much for me." Her voice sounded terribly small and forlorn.

"Fuck that kind of thinking. It's what you deserve, Audra. Nothing's too much for you. You've taken shit from the dregs of the Earth in people like Penny and you've put up with arseholes at the top like the VIPs in the Pearls, when you have every right to be right up there with them. Swear to me you'll take that job."

"It's not that simple, Serge."

He reclined on her bed with his arms folded behind his head. "It is. I'm not leaving until you sign that contract and email it off."

She swallowed. Could she do this? "What if I refuse?"

He grinned. "Then I'm going to the Pearls and I'm going to tell Jay Felix that you've had a crush on his fine arse since high school. Then I'm going to drag him to your room here and..."

"NO!" Audra shouted, then forced her voice back down to normal. "You can't. Please."

"Sign. And you have to build me a snowman as tall as you are and take a photo of you beside it."

"You're crazy." So was she, Audra thought, as she opened the email containing her contract. All she had to do was fill out a few lines, add her digital signature and it was done. "It's sent. Serge, what have I done? I've just agreed to go to the ends of the Earth."

He leaped off the bed and peered over her shoulder at the email. When he seemed satisfied, he cupped her cheeks and turned her head so he stared into her eyes. "Not an end, sweetheart. A beginning. You've just started the life you deserve."

Realisation settled heavily on her shoulders. "I need to tell Annette. My family, too. I'll need to pack."

"Tomorrow," Serge said gently. "My boat leaves this afternoon and you're about to be whisked away to your dream destination. We are going to celebrate with beer." He tapped the six-pack. "And I liberated a picnic lunch from the kitchen, complete with fresh mangoes and ice cream, so we're going for a picnic on the beach. I'm your fairy godfather and I insist." He flexed his muscles.

With her mind whirling and her stomach churning, Audra lost the ability to resist. "Okay. A beach picnic with beer it is."





FIFTY-EIGHT



"I can't believe you're going and I'm staying," Pamela said, sinking onto Audra's bare mattress.

Audra shrugged, then zipped her bag shut. Every moment on the island since she'd accepted the Antarctic job offer had seemed like a dream. "It's all a bit fast for me, too. Don't tell anyone, but I'm going to miss this place." She surveyed the tiny room that had been the most luxurious accommodation she'd ever stayed in. A space of her own, if only for a short time. "And you deserve to stay. When I was doing light duty at the villas, dealing with all the VIP requests, you were pulling double shifts cleaning the rooms here while Penny sneaked off for sex with her chef." She waved at the desk. "Are you sure you don't want me to tidy up in here before I go? I don't want to make extra work for you."

It was Pamela's turn to shrug. "I'll clean all the empty staff rooms at the end of the week. Annette has a cyclone-ready checklist for the wet season, she said. I can't believe you'll miss the storms. You'll have to come back up some time in another wet season. You're welcome at my place, any time."

Audra thanked her and gave her a hug. "Don't let the VIPs give you trouble, or the resort's new owner, either. Have you applied to that nursing school yet?"

Pamela smiled shyly. "I applied this morning. I didn't know you could do most of the study here and just go up to the university for the practical placements. With this new job, I'll be able to afford the flights to Darwin and I can study at night when there's nothing else to do."

Audra forced her smile to stay in place, though she felt tears brewing. She hated goodbyes. "Take care, Pamela." She hefted her backpack onto her shoulder and grabbed the handle of her duffle bag. Without looking back, she wheeled the duffle down the veranda and toward the dock. A few more steps carried her to the door to Reception; she almost made it before the downpour started.

Heloise stood at the Reception desk, frowning at the rain. "I always look forward to the first storm, but when it comes, I want the dry season back."

"Not even meteorologists can control the weather. We have trouble enough predicting it," Audra replied, dropping her bag on the floor. She held out her ID. "I won't be needing this any more." She peered out the door toward the dock. "It's raining so heavily I can't even see the boat."

"The boat's not coming." Dennis strode into the foyer. "Baz just radioed to say the storm's blown in earlier than expected. The swell's too dangerous. The forecast's for clear conditions on Sunday, but it won't be calm before Monday at least."

Audra's jaw dropped. "But...my accommodation's in town. I don't work here any more."

Dennis jerked his head at Heloise. "Give her one of the rooms in the main hotel. Ocean view, so she can see the boat coming. And book her a full meal package in the guests' restaurant." He held up a hand to stem Audra's protest. "Free of charge. It's not your fault you're stranded. Baz should've brought the boat over earlier. Your flight home doesn't leave until Monday evening, right?"

"Right. But I had a few days planned in Broome for...sightseeing..." She'd intended to go to the bank and arrange to have a cheque written for Jay. It would be open on Monday, too. Cutting it close, though.

"Better sightseeing here. You can make use of this." Dennis tapped the camera bag that now contained Jay's gift. The bag wasn't new – it'd been in the lost property box, snared in a nest of phone charger cables – but it was the perfect size for her camera and the extra lens.

"Maybe I will. I guess if I have a whole weekend to kill..." First, she'd go back to her old room and clean it properly. Pamela shouldn't have to clean up her mess.

Heloise passed her a guest wristband. The waterproof kind that didn't beep, display urgent messages or record her conversations. "Room 123. I can send the porter up with your bags, if you like."

Audra shrugged her backpack off her shoulder. "Yeah. That'd be nice. Thank you."

A flash of lightning illuminated the skylight, drawing Audra's eye. She'd never photographed a thunderstorm before. "Actually, I might go and see if I can get some pictures now." Leaving everything but her camera bag with the porter, she headed outside and dashed through the rain for the first bit of cover – the veranda of the staff accommodation. She waited, her eyes on the sky, but it looked like the storm had discharged its electrical fury already. Sighing, she headed to the communal bathroom for some cleaning supplies. The light in the cupboard had died, so she grabbed a bucket and a bottle of detergent and took them to the sink to fill them. She needed a cleaning cloth, too, so she reached into the cupboard and found a damp cloth.

The door to her old room gaped open, already looking deserted. She set the bucket on the desk and dropped the cloth into the hot water. A green streak leaped out of the bucket and smacked into the wall, making her jump. A frog! The little bugger slipped behind the desk.