“How much did she leave you?” I ask as I fall into step with her.
“Two hundred dollars.”
“Holy shit.”
“It’s going in the communal tip jar.”
I grunt in acknowledgment.
Not surprised.
I’m starting to believe she really is nice.
Or at least has an unexpected level of self-awareness.
“You really gonna look up her website?”
“Already have it saved on my phone with a reminder in my calendar to peek at it every other month.”
I don’t want to believe her—it’s safer not to—but I do.
She locks the cart outside the chalet one door down from robe-and-towel guy, whom I spot peeking through his windows. “Gimme his towels,” I say on a sigh.
“Maybe I should just slip you the big tip instead,” she says with a cheeky grin.
My face gets hot as the phraseI’d like to slip you my big tipruns through my head. I’m able to control my dick today, but only barely.
“Not necessary,” I mutter.
“Many thanks.” She hands me a stack of towels.
I deliver them to the dude that I’m going to suggest management should blacklist, who stares at Margot when he’s not scowling at me.
She needs to quit this job.
It’s not necessary, and she’s interacting with too many people.
Too many people who might figure out who she is.
Too many people who see an attractive woman and start looking at her the way this guy’s looking at her.
The dude shuts his door in my face, and I head back to Margot’s cart.
She’s disappeared inside the empty chalet. “You need anything else?” I call to her in the doorway.
She peeks out of the bathroom door. “Nope. Got it. Thank you.”
I linger as long as I can without drawing attention, but then I get a call about a deer that’s looking at someone wrong, then about helping move some tables. I’m pausing in the staff room for a drink when the other two housekeepers on staff today come in.
“I’m just saying, if I were married to Jonas Rutherford, I’d be here every day, not just one Friday a month. You know the whole reason he had the spa installed was for Emma to be able to use it whenever she wants,” one’s saying.
I pretend I’m scrolling my phone and not listening as the other one opens the fridge. “It’s so sweet. And did you see the baby?”
“So. Cute.”
“Her smile!”
“And the little coos!”
