the Boy Wonder carte blanche with this acquisition was his suggestion we pay the ridiculous asking price without any negotiation whatsoever.
Something was seriously wrong with the situation, and I knew it had to be related to Kristy the Kunt. Before he married the whore, he’d been talking about building our next hotel within walking distance of the Pacific Ocean, not within driving distance of Lake Michigan.
Not long after picking up the blue folder and kicking my feet up on the desk, my office phone buzzed.
“Thomas?” Stephanie said over the intercom.
“Yes?”
“The front desk is on the line. Apparently, a young woman is asking for you. An upset, persistent young woman.”
Hell, that could be any number of people. “Put her through.” I saw Nora working when I walked through the lobby earlier, and I knew she wouldn’t call without a good reason.
“Thomas.” The bravado in the young woman’s unfamiliar voice had me sending Steph an instant message.
Me: Who the fuck am I talking to?
After all of these years, Steph would probably think she was about to be fired if she didn’t hear, or in this case, see, me curse at least a dozen times a day.
Stephanie: Katrina. She’s new.
“Hi, Katrina.” Finn and I tried to know the name of everyone who worked for us, but he was obviously much better at it than I was. “What can I do for you?”
“A guest is requesting a second room for the night. When I told her we are completely booked, she claimed to be your ‘friend’ and insisted I call you.” She was beginning to sound a little crazy—in a humorous way—so I let her keep talking to see how much of her foot would fit in her mouth. “I tried to tell her that being your friend doesn’t miraculously cause a room to open up, but she seems to think her tits are magical.”
What the hell?
“What’s her name?”
“Alissa Ross.”
Yeah, anyone would be jealous of someone with a rack like Alissa’s. Anyone except for Juli. I knew hers were much hotter, and I hadn’t even seen them in all their glory—yet.
“I’ll be right out.” As with the rest of the administrative areas of the hotel, my office was on the ground floor behind a couple of locked doors, so it didn’t take very long to reach the lobby.
“What the hell happened?” I asked Alissa when I saw how upset she was. If Katrina had done that to her…
“Carter’s behaving like an ass at the moment, so I wanted to get a second room for tonight. Katrina told me there aren’t any more available and that I should try the Motel 6. I do have money, you know.”
Yep, Katrina was fucking jealous as hell. I wondered what would happen if it had been Juli asking for a room. Katrina’s head might have exploded before she could spew the insult. If her brain somehow remained intact, Juli would have beaten her scrawny ass instead of insisting she call me.
“Katrina, please give Ms. Ross a key to Room 669.” Everyone knew Finn and I kept the two-bedroom suite reserved for our own personal use. Came in handy on days we ended up working late or when Finn wanted to get away from Kristy, which was most of the time.
“But…”
“It wasn’t a request,” I said in a tone that let the girl behind the desk know who was in charge. Pointing to the main entrance, I added, “Even if you weren’t aware of Ms. Ross’s VIP status, you should never speak that way to or about anyone who steps through those doors.”
A minute later, Alissa had the keycard in hand. “Finn and I share the suite, but it’s not like we live there. My room is on the left. I’ll make sure you have the place to yourself tonight.” Remembering our after-work plans, I added, “I’ll need to get ready before we go out, but it won’t take long to pretty myself up for you,” I said with a wink.
“Oh, that reminds me,” Alissa said, chewing on her lip and looking slightly embarrassed. “I left my bag in the room. My phone’s in there, too.”
“I’ll send someone
Something was seriously wrong with the situation, and I knew it had to be related to Kristy the Kunt. Before he married the whore, he’d been talking about building our next hotel within walking distance of the Pacific Ocean, not within driving distance of Lake Michigan.
Not long after picking up the blue folder and kicking my feet up on the desk, my office phone buzzed.
“Thomas?” Stephanie said over the intercom.
“Yes?”
“The front desk is on the line. Apparently, a young woman is asking for you. An upset, persistent young woman.”
Hell, that could be any number of people. “Put her through.” I saw Nora working when I walked through the lobby earlier, and I knew she wouldn’t call without a good reason.
“Thomas.” The bravado in the young woman’s unfamiliar voice had me sending Steph an instant message.
Me: Who the fuck am I talking to?
After all of these years, Steph would probably think she was about to be fired if she didn’t hear, or in this case, see, me curse at least a dozen times a day.
Stephanie: Katrina. She’s new.
“Hi, Katrina.” Finn and I tried to know the name of everyone who worked for us, but he was obviously much better at it than I was. “What can I do for you?”
“A guest is requesting a second room for the night. When I told her we are completely booked, she claimed to be your ‘friend’ and insisted I call you.” She was beginning to sound a little crazy—in a humorous way—so I let her keep talking to see how much of her foot would fit in her mouth. “I tried to tell her that being your friend doesn’t miraculously cause a room to open up, but she seems to think her tits are magical.”
What the hell?
“What’s her name?”
“Alissa Ross.”
Yeah, anyone would be jealous of someone with a rack like Alissa’s. Anyone except for Juli. I knew hers were much hotter, and I hadn’t even seen them in all their glory—yet.
“I’ll be right out.” As with the rest of the administrative areas of the hotel, my office was on the ground floor behind a couple of locked doors, so it didn’t take very long to reach the lobby.
“What the hell happened?” I asked Alissa when I saw how upset she was. If Katrina had done that to her…
“Carter’s behaving like an ass at the moment, so I wanted to get a second room for tonight. Katrina told me there aren’t any more available and that I should try the Motel 6. I do have money, you know.”
Yep, Katrina was fucking jealous as hell. I wondered what would happen if it had been Juli asking for a room. Katrina’s head might have exploded before she could spew the insult. If her brain somehow remained intact, Juli would have beaten her scrawny ass instead of insisting she call me.
“Katrina, please give Ms. Ross a key to Room 669.” Everyone knew Finn and I kept the two-bedroom suite reserved for our own personal use. Came in handy on days we ended up working late or when Finn wanted to get away from Kristy, which was most of the time.
“But…”
“It wasn’t a request,” I said in a tone that let the girl behind the desk know who was in charge. Pointing to the main entrance, I added, “Even if you weren’t aware of Ms. Ross’s VIP status, you should never speak that way to or about anyone who steps through those doors.”
A minute later, Alissa had the keycard in hand. “Finn and I share the suite, but it’s not like we live there. My room is on the left. I’ll make sure you have the place to yourself tonight.” Remembering our after-work plans, I added, “I’ll need to get ready before we go out, but it won’t take long to pretty myself up for you,” I said with a wink.
“Oh, that reminds me,” Alissa said, chewing on her lip and looking slightly embarrassed. “I left my bag in the room. My phone’s in there, too.”
“I’ll send someone
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