I take it from her hands, feeling grateful for her thoughtfulness. “Tell me that you put cinnamon in it,” I say.
Mindy steps back to survey me, shaking her head, her dark brown hair that’s cut into a side bob glinting under the lights, her large brown eyes flashing with a mischievousness that almost makes me smile. I have to say, she looks hot as hell in her uniform, a white dress shirt, open at the front, short black skirt, apron, and stockings, her feet adorned by black glossy heels.
“You bet your sweet ass I did,” Mindy chirps, before going over to the free table in the staff break room and kicking out a chair with her right foot before sitting down. “Double cream, double sugar, double cinnamon, basically double everything I could get my hands on. Come on, I know your schedule as well as you do, it’s the least I can do.”
“You’re a lifesaver,” I tell Mindy, raising the cup to my lips and taking a sip. I close my eyes as the warm liquid hits my taste buds and let out a groan. It really is sweet.
“You know, you keep moaning like that, and people are going to think you’re up to no good during your coffee breaks,” Mindy jokes, sipping her green tea.. “I mean I get it, you skipped breakfast like you always do, but damn girl, should I leave you and the frap alone with a necktie hanging on the door?”
“You keep making drinks like this and bringing me scones, and I may just have to,” I joke. “But how’d you know?”
“What? That you’d be tired?” Mindy asks, laughing. “Uh, in case you forgot, for the past two weeks we’ve all been wiped out. I’m sure that V-man loves the money, but he’s not the one busting his ass-” Mindy glances down at her thighs critically, “or in this case, big ass.”
“Oh come on, you’re a size two!” I protest.
Mindy scowls. “A big size two.”
“There’s no such thing!” I scoff.
“Want to see my ass?” Mindy offers.
“I’ll pass,” I chuckle. Mindy always does this, complain about her weight when there’s nothing to complain about. I just argue with her to get kicks. I take another sip of my heavenly latte before adding, “and if Mr. Vandenburgh hears you call him V-man again, you know he’s going to blow his stack.”
Mindy laughs, and screws up her face, looking remarkably like John Cleese as she pitches her voice perfectly to match the hotel manager’s speech. “Ahh.. yes, Miss Sayles, we’ve noticed that you’re taking your job far too seriously, and I’m going to need to make sure you don’t have a broom handle lost inside your buttocks. Please bend over and spread your cheeks for me.”
I can’t help it, Mr. Vandenburgh does look a lot like a very short John Cleese, and Mindy’s got the voice down. I laugh, barely holding onto the coffee in my mouth as I set my cup down, trying not to cough. Mindy lets up, and I swallow before sitting back, wiping at my eyes. “Girl, thank you. I so needed that. You don’t even want to know what I had to deal with today.”
“What, the production monkeys aren’t appreciative of the fine rooms that we’ve made available to them?” Mindy asks. For the past two weeks The Grand Waterways has been rented out by a Hollywood studio that’s producing a film in town. While the production team staying at the hotel haven’t been exactly been the cleanest guests, they’ve been a helluva a lot better than that sports team the just trashed that room.
“No actually it was that rowdy ball team that stopped in for the night.” I shake my head. “And you don’t even want to know what I saw in their room,” I say, pinching my face into a disgusted scowl.
“Sure I do,” Mindy says, her eyes flashing.
“No. You don’t,” I say firmly. “Trust me.”
“Tell me!”
“No.”
“You suck.”
“Let me just put it this way; I had to call Jimmy and his team to handle it.”
Mindy makes a face. “Oh, it was one of those, huh?”
“Yeah. One of those.”
“I bet it smelled like toe jam and ass crack,” Mindy cracks.
“Actually, it was worse,” I laugh, remembering the acrid stench that made my eyes water. “There were like stains everywhere. It was so gross!” I don’t even think about bringing up the used condoms.
Mindy grimaces. “Good lord, what the hell were they doing in there? Having a golden showers competition?”
I snort, nearly gagging on my coffee, and then I start coughing so hard, I nearly choke.
Mindy stares at me with concern, half-rising out of her seat. “Jesus, you okay Bri?”
I motion her to sit back down. “Don’t do that!” I gasp when I’m able to recover.
“Do what?”
I wipe at my eyes. “Make me laugh when I’m drinking coffee. I nearly gagged to death.”
Mindy grins impishly. “Wouldn’t be the first you gagged on.”
I scowl at her. “You’re disgusting, you know that?”
“Oh c’mon, Bri, don’t be such a prude.” She pauses, nodding at the supply room. “So what’s left on your schedule?” Mindy asks.
“Too much,” I reply. “But at least the penthouse should be easy. One of the suites is being used by some film crew, so they don’t want us in there. One is empty until a guest arrives tonight. So that leaves just one.”
“Then perhaps, Miss Sayles, you should look at making sure you have that room prepared for our VIP guest,” a stern voice says behind me. I turn to see Mr. Vandenburgh, all five foot six inches and about a hundred and twenty-five pounds of him, standing in the doorway to the break room. He’s of course in his tailored suit, looking like a thousand bucks from the neck down, while looking like a grumpy ass disorderly from the neck up. “That is, unless, you want to pay for that coffee you’re holding.”
Oh God, please save me.
I shake my head. “No, you’re right, Mr. Vandenburgh. I glance over at Mindy who is barely hiding a smirk.
“Well then, get on with your duties,” he says acidly, his scowl hard enough to curdle milk.
Please let me find another job so I don’t have to deal with this shit anymore.
Seriously, after that bullshit upstairs, I’d almost be ready to tender my resignation if I was offered a job at McDonald’s sweeping the floors. I’m just that over this.
Vanderburgh opens his mouth as if to scold me further, but I hold up a finger as I drain the rest of my coffee.
“I’m going!”
I give Mindy a thankful nod as I pitch my empty cup into the trash. She flashes me a sympathetic look as I turn and walk out, making my way to the service elevators. I really can’t stand Mr. Vandenburgh’s presence for more than a minute, and I just want to knock out the rest of my shift and go home.
As I head up the hall, I can hear Mr. Van start in on Mindy.
“What the hell did you do to the machines, young lady? I got complaints about the coffee this morning…”
I crack a smile as I imagine the look of consternation on Mindy’s face.
By the time I finish the regular rooms, I’m nearly about to pass out, as I push my supply cart it towards the service elevator.
“Just a little while longer,” I tell myself. “And I’m free.”
By some miracle, a lot of the rooms on the next floor aren’t that bad. In fact, I’m feeling like salvation is near when I make it to the penthouse suites. My first stop is room 601. It’s reserved so I skip it.
Room 602 is occupied, with the ‘do not disturb’ sign on.
So that leaves Room 603, which should also be empty. The guest isn’t checking in until this evening. Before I step inside, I check the guest list. It just has ‘ANACONDA’ scribbled on the sheet. I frown at the name as I stare at the big bold letters. What the hell is an Anaconda?
Shaking my head, I open the door and hold back a jealous grumble at the sight before me. Seriously, the living room of this penthouse is bigger than my entire apartment. Two thousand square feet, a master bedroom and a smaller bedroom slash office, a sitting room. The damn thing even has a chef’s kitchen.
/> My grumble turns into a hiss of anger when I see that someone’s been up here, and it sure as shit ain’t Goldilocks.
“None of this should be here,” I mutter as I take in the mess, frowning at a jacket’s that’s been thrown over the Italian leather sofa and a bag that looks like it was carelessly tossed into a chair and knocked it over.
Puzzled, I check my sheet again. Nope. No one’s supposed to be here. I step into the room, leaving my cart outside.
“Housekeeping?” I call tentatively. “Anyone here?”
Silence is my only answer.
“Hello?” I dare again, walking into the room. When I get no response, I walk over to pick up the chair that’s been knocked into the floor. I figure that maybe someone has checked in ahead of the guest and left in a hurry. I’ll straighten things up and just leave.
A sound behind me causes me to spin around and my breath stills in my lungs.
Holy fuck!
My heart skips as a beat as my eyes take in the naked….God standing before me. Well ok, he’s not totally naked. He’s got a towel over his head and he’s drying his hair.
But the way he’s built…sweet jesus. He looks like he’s chiseled out of granite, with big muscular arms, breathtaking broad shoulders, a proud chest, an eight pack and…
“Anaconda...” I whisper as I see what’s hanging between his legs, my pulse pounding in my ears. He’s got to be at least seven inches long already and he’s not even hard. My skin pricks as I gaze at his thick meat, my nipples hardening, my breath coming out in short pants.
The man freezes when his eyes fall on me, and I feel like I’m going to melt into a puddle on the floor. I have no words for how hot this man is. He’s not just hung like a horse, he’s fucking gorgeous too. Shaggy blond hair hangs down over his forehead, with startling blue eyes that seem to glow from the inside, and a face that would make artists drool. He’s staring at me, his mouth, full sexy lips, hanging slack, the towel dropping from his hand to the floor.
Neither of us say anything for what seems like eternity but has to be just a few seconds before he recovers and grins, his eyes boring into me with an intensity that makes me weak in the knees. “Hi. I’m Gavin.” He says easily as if he’s not standing in front of me with a monster-sized cock dangling in front of me.
He’s not doing anything to cover it up either. Given what he’s packing, I can see why. It’s like he’s proud of it as he stares at me with a confidence that borders on gross arrogance.
Heat rises in my chest as he steps forward, a cocky smirk turning the corner of his lips, and I take a half step back, my pussy clenching around nothing. It’s an effort to keep my eyes on his face as my heart pounds in my chest like a hammer and my cheeks burn with embarrassment.
“You alright?” he asks. Even his voice is sexy, a low baritone that causes my pussy to clench again.
I open my mouth to reply, but my eyes stray back to it, and my heart skips another beat. Shit. Shit. Shit. I can’t deal with this right now. I tear my gaze away from it, my eyes darting this way and that, looking for a way out as he closes in on me.
I want to run away. But I can’t move. It’s like my legs are filled with stone, weighed down by lead. Against my will, my eyes flicker back to it.
Sweet Jesus! It’s swaying with each step, swinging back and forth like a giant pendulum, almost putting me into a hypnotic trance.
When he gets close enough to touch me, I’m suddenly free of my paralysis. Heart pounding, I spring forward, nearly tripping on my way to the door. I’m only able to mumble, “Sorry,” as I run from the room with a flaming red face, trying my damndest to not glance back for one last look.
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