Between a Rockstar and a Hard Place by Portia MacIntosh Read Free Book Online

just gets too drunk, starts thinking
with Little Dylan, and loses track of time.

Chapter Twelve: Looking for Lola
     
    At
the hotel, once again, I stroll up to Mrs Williamson and lay my cards on the
table.
    ‘Listen,
I know I’m annoying you, but I’m looking for a guest called Lola and I’d really
like to find her without having to sling anymore dirty words your way, so could
you please just check and the sooner I find her the sooner we can leave, and I
promise to never come back,’ I rant.
    Mrs
Williamson doesn’t say anything. She doesn’t show a speck of emotion, she
simply taps a few buttons on the keyboard.
    ‘No
one by that name staying at the hotel presently,’ she says, as if that’s an end
to that.
    ‘Big
mistake, lady,’ I warn. ‘Do you know how much time I take off work? I’m coming
here for my holidays.’
    Mrs
Williamson gasps with horror. ‘Well, there’s no need for that!’ she exclaims.
    ‘Excuse
me,’ Roger the concierge interrupts us. ‘Mrs Williamson, I’ll take it from
here.’
    Roger
ushers us away from the front desk before we make too much of a scene.
    ‘You
looking for Lola?’ he asks.
    ‘Yes!’
I cry with relief, do you know what room she’s in?’
    ‘I
just took champagne up there, room 398.’
    ‘Thank
you, Roger,’ I squeal, kissing him on the cheek.
    ‘By
the way,’ Roger starts, but Troy doesn’t let him finish.
    ‘No,’
Troy says, placing his hand over Roger’s mouth. ‘You’re still in our bad books,
buddy. No tip today.’
    We
race off towards the lift and as the doors are closing I’m sure Roger shouts
something to us, but I don’t hear it. All I know is that if Dylan was just in
this room and ordering champagne, there’s no way he’ll have left yet.

Chapter Thirteen: Finding the sausage
     
    ‘If
there’s a woman and champagne, then there’s no way Dylan will have left this
room – not this quickly.’
    ‘Speaking
from experience?’ Troy asks me with a cheeky wink as he places an ear on the
door of room 398 to see if he can hear anything. ‘I think I can hear crying.’
    ‘What?’
    I
put my ear to the door a little too enthusiastically and knock my head on it.
    ‘I
don’t hear anything,’ I say, just as the door opens causing me and Troy to fall
into room 398.
    Still
laid out on the floor I gaze up expecting to see Lola, only to see a very tall
man, wearing very high heels and women’s underwear. I can tell he’s been crying
because his make-up is smudged all over his face, and just after I notice that
he is wearing a hairnet I spy his long, blonde wig on the floor next to me.
    ‘Lola?’
I ask, my brain putting two and two together.
    He
starts crying again. I look over at Troy who is just staring blankly, like his
brain is processing the evidence in front of us a little slower than mine did.
I may not be shocked when it comes to what Dylan gets up to, but this scenario
is new to me.
    ‘I’m
looking for Dylan,’ I say softly. ‘Was he here?’
    ‘He
was,’ Lola yells, spitting on the floor in temper – what a lady. ‘The drunk
pig, he’s gone now.’
    I
climb up off the floor and sit down on the bed next to Lola, which I’m guessing
isn’t his real name but it’s the only one I have for him.
    ‘What
happened?’ I ask.
    ‘We
really hit it off, we came back here, I ordered some champagne… one thing lead
to another.’
    I
glance over at Troy who is still on the floor, only now he’s looking shocked to
his core.
    ‘So
what went wrong?’ I ask – as if I didn’t know.
    ‘Well,
we were kissing-‘
    ‘You
were kissing?’ Troy interrupts. ‘You and Dylan? Kissing?’
    ‘Yes,’
Lola replies, clearly offended. ‘Would you like some too?’
    Troy
shuts up again and goes back to just staring in amazement.
    ‘We
were kissing,’ Lola continues. ‘But when we started undressing each other he
must have realised I am not a natural woman and he went crazy. First he tried
to jump out of the window, then he realise we