Page 33 of Room Service

I wanted to see her. More than that, I wanted to talk to her. I wasn’t sure if she’d feel the same, but hopefully, I could convince her not to keep avoiding me. Things had changed for us now. My behavior toward her had been nothing more than a cover before, and there was no reason to keep it up anymore.

Maybe… Could I take her out to dinner?

With the thought in mind, the first thing I wanted to do was call my PA. I had to remind myself she wasn’t with me at the hotel, even though she was the one who usually set things up for me. So instead, I called for the secretary. She was in my room seconds later.

“I want you to look into someone for me,” I said before she could start. “Her name is Jessi, she works as the pastry chef in the kitchen. I know she lives in the hotel, but I’m not sure where. Just get me as much about her as you can find, all right?”

She nodded, hiding a look of confusion. “Of course, sir. And I also wanted to let you know, that I’ve received a few calls. I know you wanted any meetings to wait, but a major partner of the hotel is coming down to see you. He said it was something important. There was also more than one call like that. Should I send them all away?”

I pursed my lips, thinking. Should I? There was a reason I was ignoring my dad’s meetings. I didn’t know his plans, and I didn’t want to accidentally put a wrench in them. But if they were all already on their way then I might as well. Besides, I’d tried to talk to Dad and he wouldn’t see me. So if anything went wrong it wasn’t my fault I was going in with no information. He wasn’t there to give it to me.

“It’s fine,” I said. “Just get me the information.”

“Yes, sir.”

That was how I found the rest of my day spent in meetings. I knew I should be paying complete attention, but I had no idea what was going on in each of them. I barely heard a word anyway.

Instead, I thought about Jessi and last night. I thought about how she’d sighed as I touched her, all high and breathy, just at the edge of a whine. The way she would hiss, fingertips digging into my back, as I fucked her into the mattress. The way she had looked at me, cheeks flushed, and swollen lips opened wide—her light brown eyes with a wet sheen in them—as she came, writhing under me. I couldn’t help stealing a glance at that look before I’d buried my face in her shoulder for my orgasm.

Fuck.

I want her again, I admitted to myself. There was no point trying to deny it, was there? During lunch, I called for another of her pastries as a dessert with my meal, and it kept her in my mind through the rest of the day. I was half hard through most of my meetings, but thankfully, it all happened in the office, and I was hidden by the desk.

I left the office at my usual time, but I’d got quite a bit done, not including the meetings. The secretary had retrieved the information I wanted, and I couldn’t help rushing to Jessi’s quarters. It was a bit late, but considering how late she was out yesterday, it probably wouldn’t be a problem. I would have wanted to come sooner, but I couldn’t allow myself to shirk my duties for any reason, it just wasn’t professional. I’d already called down, and Jessi wasn’t in the kitchens or the staff room.

After a moment to catch my breath, I knocked on the door. I waited a minute, but no answer. I knocked again, pressing my ear closer to the door.

“Jessi?” I called, feeling a bit awkward. “It’s me, Trent. I was wondering if we could talk, maybe?”

I wasn’t getting an answer and I didn’t know why. Five minutes of waiting made me decide she was either not home, or she just didn’t want to talk to me.

She had been in love with me for years. Or at least, she had been years ago. Maybe I wanted more of her, but… maybe she’d had her fill of me?

That couldn’t be it, could it?