Succulent (Chocolate Flava 2)

Shit! Not the queen!

“Mona, this room simply will not do.”

I sucked in some air. “What seems to be the issue?”

“It smells…funky!”

I wanted to ask, “Are you sure that’s not your ass?”

Instead, I said, “What do you mean by ‘funky’?”

“It smells like…like someone’s feet? Someone’s stinky feet!”

“Okay, Jill, why don’t you call the front desk and ask them to have housekeeping come freshen up?”

I could clearly hear the gasp over the phone. I had insulted the bitch. “But isn’t that your job? To make sure that we’re all comfortable?”

“Yes, that is my job, but I do not own this hotel. I did not pack any air freshener in my suitcase, but I am sure that their housekeeping staff will do whatever they need to do to fix the situation.”

“Can’t you get us another room, Mona?”

I tapped my finger on the nightstand. “Okay, Jill. I will see what I can do.”

“You do that, Mona, but make it snappy. My head still hurts and I need to lie down.”

With that, the bitch slammed the phone down in my ear. I took several deep breaths, slipped my manicured toes back into my sandals, took one more long, admiring glance at the ocean, grabbed the pass card to my room, and headed to the front desk.

I was not expecting what I found at that front desk.

“My name is Yemi. How may I help you?”

His name should have been Yummy.

“Yes, I am with the group that checked in about an hour ago, and one of the guests is requesting a room change.”

“Which room might that be?” he asked.

“They’re in suite 508. Mr. and Mrs. Steven Lewis.”

Yemi’s fingers sped across the keyboard and then he frowned; not a good sign.

“I’m sorry, Miss…”

“I’m

Mona Young. Forgive my manners for not mentioning that when I walked up. I’m the organizer of the trip.”

“Well, Miss Young, I’m sorry, but we don’t have any more oceanfront suites available for tonight. We could possibly move them tomorrow night. What is wrong with the room? Maybe we can fix it.”

I giggled. “That’s exactly what I told the bitch, I mean, lady.”

He laughed. “Rough day, huh?”

“Yeah, you could say that.” I paused and stared at him, realizing my panties were getting damp. “The lady said that the room smells funky, like someone’s feet.”

“I apologize. We will send someone up there to take care of it right away.”

“Good, but can you do me a huge favor?”