Page 3 of Holiday Hook-Up
Pushing those feelings aside, I went through my email and calendar, reading over more of the transfer documents. Felicity had scheduled a meeting with the owner to hand over the keys and do a final walk through tomorrow on Christmas Eve. Maybe I would be hitting that minibar harder than I thought.
After a while, a text alert from Felicity popped up on my screen. I rubbed my dry eyes, and clicked on the notification. How long had I been reading?
All is set with the party. I emailed you your schedule for the next few days as well.I’m heading home. John is waiting up for me so you don’t have to worry.
I stood up, stretching my arms above my head. God, that felt amazing. I needed to move. Maybe release some of this nervous energy that zapped through my limbs each time my mind wandered back to the club. What would it be like? Would I need to bleach my eyeballs and find the nearest church confessional?
Drive safe and tell John Merry Christmas from me.
I will.
And Logan, try and have some fun, OK? You’re Mr. Nick this week. Remember?
Still annoyed at that btw. And don’t worry, I already ordered a bunch of hookers and blow for the night… there’s a whole party going down up here.
I shook my head and let out a dry chuckle.
Riiight.Merry Christmas Logan.
Oh and btw, don’t hate me but I mentioned to the hotel manager that you’d be needing some extra help while I was gone. A personal concierge of sorts. He offered up one of his receptionists. Hopefully, that should lessen the sting of losing me, your most helpful and best employee, for a few weeks. :)
Not needed, but I know you’ll only argue the fact so I’ll just say… thanks.
Bye, Felicity. Have a good vacation.
Tossing my phone aside, I grabbed a granola bar from the minibar and looked out the window at the falling snow lightly illuminated by white lights. So peaceful, yet I still needed to get rid of this uncomfortable, twitchy energy. Remembering the gym on the first floor, I grabbed my suitcase and pulled out a green T-shirt. Dark green to be exact. The same color ofhereyes.Get a grip, man.It was a two second encounter. There was absolutely no reason for me to be picturing her as I slid the shirt over my chest and pulled my gym shorts on. Yet, when I closed the door to my suite, I couldn’t help but wonder if I’d see her again.
Chapter 2
Emmy
From: [email protected]
Date: Friday, Dec 23 at 10:14 AM
Subject: Special project
Emmy Handle It All Handler,
Get pumped up because I have a special assignment for you. VIP special. That’s all I can say for now, but it’s awesome.
Do you have your Secret Santa gift ready for the party? It’s going to be dope (that’s what you kids say right?)
Peace Out,
Mr. Gary Woods
VIP, Director of Fun, Master of Friendship, Head Honcho, Greyridge Magazines Award Winner-Most Letters to the Editor Sent
“Do. Or do not. There is no try.” Master Yoda (Gary Woods)
Santafinallygrantedmywish. It only took a whole childhood of empty stockings and re-gifted toys under the tree. If I was lucky enough to have a tree at whichever foster home I spent Christmas at.
Not that I actually felt like Cinderella at the royal ball, but it was close enough for a girl like me who grew up writing letters to Santa year after year asking to feel like a princess in a sparkly dress. I’d never wanted baby dolls or Barbies. Why dress a doll when I could be the one wearing the outfits?
And now, standing in the middle of the transformed banquet room, twinkle lights bouncing off my sequined mini dress, I finally felt some semblance of what I’d longed for as a little girl.
