“If I’d known I would have gotten my horse.” He hit me with that smile again and all was right in the world again. I was a pathetic mess with this man.
“Pity, now it’s too late. So you don’t like my father?”
“We’ve had our differences since that night.” He didn’t look very pleased, but my father made enemies everywhere.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” I replied, truly feeling guilty about my dad’s behavior. He was forceful and demanding and often times threatening.
“Are you really?” Roxie angrily asked, arching her brow at me while tapping her heal.
This woman was a bitch and I wanted to kick her in her twat. If she kept looking at me like that I was going to pop her in the mouth. For years, memories of her looking up at me and smiling before grabbing onto Joseph had made me sad. We’d seen each other over the years and it never ended on a good note. “Yes, I’m sorry that he didn’t feel well.”
“What about me?” she hissed.
I stared at her with contempt and replied with a smirk, “What about you? He’s to blame for you getting sick, but you seem fine to me.”
He looked at Roxie then muttered, “Ladies, don’t get out of line. This is a place of business. Roxie, you should hit the road before traffic gets heavy.”
“Yes, I need to get my things from the bedroom,” she purred.
“Okay, well I need to have a meeting with the manager before I go, so I’ll see you in the office on Monday.” If they were dating, he really did try to keep it a secret. There was no emotion in his words, no goodbye smile, or even a wink.
“Rachael, I’ll see you around,” he said, walking away with a smile.
I tried to breathe and get myself together. That woman brought out the worst in me, particularly when she mentioned Joseph and she did it frequently. I continued to work for the next half-hour, and just as I finished checking in a guest, Roxie was at my desk.
“Can I help you?”
“Yes, just so you know, you’re working here on borrowed time. Joseph has your HR file on his computer and it was just updated this morning with your write-up. You’re being watched, so if I was you, I’d be careful.”
“Have a good day. Thank you for staying at The Middleton Hotels-Arlington,” I said as sweet and sugary as pie.
Chapter 5
Joseph
I stepped out of the meeting with the manager who informed me that Rachael had been written up recently for daydreaming while she was working. The bad part about it was it happened while staring at one of the guests. It wasn’t the first time she had been dreaming, but it was enough for me to feel a burn in my chest. From the moment I saw her, I was fucked. Thoughts of her looking at me longingly had played through my head throughout that hour-long meeting. I carried on because I wanted to learn all I could about Rachael. What started as a simple conversation about the nice receptionist turned into a gossip time for the supervisor. I didn’t appreciate how she relished in dishing out the dirt on Rachael. Nothing was too over the top except the daydreaming. That bothered the fuck out of me and it had nothing to do with wasting company money. The subject of her dreams fucked with my head.
For as cool, calm, and collected I was, there had been something about her that turned me into a man I didn’t recognized. I smiled, laughed, teased, and had the strongest urge to take her up to the room and lick every part of her body before fucking her hard. I envisioned watching her strip for me as I laid on the bed with just a blanket over my waist. I groaned as the image became more intense.
“Mr. Middleton, is everything alright?” the supervisor asked, shaking me out of my own filthy daydream. My cock was pressed against my leg and had made an unmistakable appearance. I tried to think of anything that would calm myself down and an image of Roxie in my head did the trick.
“Yes, I’m sorry. But I’m to be doing spot checks on the hotel for the next few weeks. I want everything running as smoothly as possible. One mistake could damage our reputation.”
“Yes, sir. Is there anything you need me to do?”
“No, but I will be hosting a meeting here in a few weeks. Please inform the staff that I will need Conference Room A available,” I paused looking at my phone’s calendar. “On the 18th.”
“That’s perfect. There’s no events booked then.”
“Thank you. Take care,” I replied, getting up with my normal formality. I walked by the front desk and there she was talking to a guest.
“I’m in room two-twenty, if you feel like stopping up there.” I wanted to rip the fuckers balls off right on the spot. With an outside demeanor of pure ca
lm and professionalism, I approached the desk.
“Rachael, is there a problem here?” I asked her while staring directly at her.
“No, sir,” she said, refusing to meet my eyes.