Huge Working Hero (Hard Working Hero 3)

It's a far cry away from the expensive Tumi cases all of them have. But it works, I don't need big and fancy. I need functional.

Kelsie and her family are gone by the time I get inside the lobby. I take the elevator up to my room and find the door after heading down a long hall. The room is pristine. It even smells like new paint.

The walls are a deep burnt orange with dark mahogany wood trim. The bed looks antique with its thick lacquer headboard, and detailed woodwork. There's a giant armoire beside the bed. I'm actually afraid to put my dirty duffle bag on anything.

I drop it on the floor and decide to head downstairs to grab a drink and relax. Everything inside has a rustic feel. The wood bar top looks slick as glass. There are cabinets with glass faces against the wall behind the bar. They're full of different liquors all stacked neatly, labels facing out.

Grey Goose Vodka, Crown Royal, Woodford Reserve, and so many more glint like models on a runway. I pull out a stool and sit down, resting my hands on the smooth top.

The bartender smiles. “What can I get you, sir?” he asks as he wipes the inside of a wine glass and hangs it on the rack.

“Just a beer is fine.”

He shows me what they have on tap and I order something simple but good. A nice cold Sam Adams will take the edge off after the long ride.

The bartender slides a glass in front of me with just the right amount of head on top. “You just passing through?”

“I'm here for the drag strip.”

“That fancy red car in the lot yours? I spotted it when I was on break a few minutes ago. She's gorgeous.”

Here's someone who gets it.

“Yes and no. I did drive that car, but it isn't mine. It's my boss's.”

“Ah, okay. Well, she looks fast.”

“Like a damn stallion,” I say with a chuckle as I take a sip of the beer. “Hopefully she takes home a trophy.”

The guy can't be much older than twenty-one. His tie is slightly crooked, and there are small wrinkles in his shirt. His hair is long, about shoulder length and pulled back into a low ponytail. “So, who gets to drive down the track? You or your boss?”

“I'm not sure yet. I know he's entering the car show, I'm not sure if he's entering the race. But he'll probably want to race if he does. I think if he was smart, though, he'd let me. My boss is a decent guy, but between you and me,” I say, leaning in slightly and looking around to make sure we're alone, “he's a douchebag who probably doesn't know how to shift right. If he drives, I guarantee he'll blow the motor.”

“Well, I'm rooting for you, man.” The guy looks up at the clock, then around the room. He sighs heavily, letting his eyes drop back to mine. “Good thing I get paid by the hour and not through tips. This place is always so slow. You're the first person to come in all day.”

“It's only four in the afternoon. I'm sure it'll pick up soon enough.” The beer goes down easily. “Thanks,” I say, dropping a twenty on the bar and leaving.

I really don't want to sit and sulk with some college kid. And I really don't want to go sit in my room by myself. The key to the Fairlane pokes against my thigh, giving me an idea. I don't have to sit here. I can explore the town, see what else is around. I also don't have to do it alone.

Outside in the parking lot, I lean against the car and take out my phone. I decide to text Kelsie and see if she's interested in joining me for a drive.

Hey, come outside and let’s go for a ride. We can sightsee, see what this place has to offer. What do you say?

I think that's a crazy idea.

Crazy? Why

Because my dad will kill us if he finds out.

Are you going to tell him? I know I won't.

I've got a better idea.

What's that?

Why don't you come hang out in my room? I'm all alone in here.

The text sends blood to my cock and makes my stomach twist up into knots.

Three hundred and three. The room number pops up in the thread.

I don't hesitate. I'm back inside, briskly walking through the lobby and getting in the elevator. I take it to the third floor. I'm cautious getting out of the elevator. I know her parents are right here, only a room away. There's a flicker of nervousness that hits me with the first step into the hall.

Please be empty.

I poke my head out first and look left to right. It's clear. I go to the left, looking at the numbers on the doors. Her room is down the far end of the hall and around the corner. I raise my hand, ready to knock, but she quickly pulls the door open and yanks me inside.