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  Room Service for the Billionaire

  By Selena Storm

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  Copyright 2014 by Selena Storm

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  Room Service for the Billionaire

  Amber closed her eyes tight as her mom’s old minivan pulled up to the front of the hotel. The brakes squealed as her mother rolled to a stop in front of the fancy four-star hotel. Its gold framed double glass doors seemed to beckon to Amber before she’d even left the van.

  “You have everything you need?” her mom asked as Amber smoothed her navy blue pencil skirt.

  “I think so,” Amber nodded. Her mom swooped in and straightened her apricot colored ascot before giving her daughter one last hug.

  “You’ll do fine,” her mom assured her. “Just drink lots of coffee and try not to nod off if it gets too boring. And honey,” he mom smiled at her. “I’m so proud of you.”

  “Thanks mom,” Amber blushed as she got out of the car. It was nice to know her mother was proud of her even though Amber wasn’t that proud of herself. Just the sight of the doors made her stomach drop.

  It wasn’t the job that upset her, but what her first real job reminded her of. It was barely six months ago that Amber was starting college. She had taken a year off after high school to work and save up money for school. When she started college at twenty she’d decided to stay close to home to save money. Amber was lucky enough to have a good school close enough to her home that she could take the bus every day. She and her mom had saved up for years for her to be the first woman in their family to go to college, but just when she was settling in the bad news had come down like a hammer.

  She had been in class when her mother called with the news. The factory her mom had worked at for twenty-five years was closing. There had been no warning; the doors were simply locked when she and her coworkers had shown up one morning. Later they would find out that the owner of the factory had been lying about his profits and taxes for years. When the government found out he was fined so heavily that he had no choice but close down. Half their town was out of work in an instant.

  Though she hated it, Amber knew she couldn’t keep going to school with her mom out of work. They’d used up all their savings to put Amber in college in the first place. At least they hadn’t missed the deadline to drop out and get some of their money back.

  With school out of the question Amber set her sights on finding a job to help with the bills that were piling up. She and her mom tried to apply for different jobs at first so that they wouldn’t be competing with each other, but there were so few openings that they gave up on that. Both of them applied for anything and everything that became available. It was the hotel, The Empress Plaza, which found them in the steepest competition.

  The opening was almost full time, promising at least thirty hours a week and benefits. Amber and her mother both applied and both got interviews. It was a night desk job and the hotel went with Amber because, as the manager had admitted, they felt a younger woman could stay awake better than a woman nearing fifty.

  “Ah, Miss Gleeson,” the night manager, Mr. Peters, greeted her as she entered the lobby. “Are you ready for your first shift?”

  “Yup,” she gave him a winning smile, though she wasn’t sure if she could fake it all night. The night manager was an older gentleman with thinning hair and a growing waistline. He was pleasant, probably too pleasant, but Amber didn’t want to start her new job off on the wrong foot.

  “It’s a Tuesday night,” Mr. Peters began, “which is the perfect time to start your training. It’s generally our slowest night and we only really ever have business men checking in at this hour. That’s the hardest part, but most of these guys are here so often that they can and will walk you through it. Other than that, it’s answering the phones.”

  “I can do that,” Amber smiled. At least they are starting me off on an easy night, she thought to herself. She’d been worried that they’d be throwing her into the deep end and firing her if she couldn’t swim. Amber knew she could handle it, but a bit of stress left her shoulders when she found out that the night should be easy.

  “This is Tonya,” Mr. Peters introduced her to the woman who was already behind the desk. Tonya looked to be about thirty-five or so, but was elegant in her navy uniform and her hair was pulled back into a smart bun. Instantly Amber regretted leaving her blonde hair down.

  “Hi,” Amber said as she brushed her hair off her shoulders. “Nice to meet you.”

  “You too,” Tonya smiled. “I’m in until midnight, after that it’s just you and Mr. Peters. You should probably have the necessities down by then.”

  “Speaking of that,” Mr. Peters said to the two women. “I’ll leave Tonya to start your training. I have some work to do in the office. Please call me if you need anything ladies.”

  With the boss gone Amber thought for a second that she might be able to relax, but that thought didn’t last long. Tonya went straight to business getting Amber set up with a passcode for the computers and only a few minutes later Amber’s first guest arrived at the front desk to check in.

  Tonya took the first guest and walked Amber through it while continually apologizing to the guest for the delay. Amber thought that he didn’t look upset and they weren’t taking long at all, but Tonya continued to say sorry every thirty seconds.

  “Did I miss something?” Amber asked when he was safely on the elevator.

  “No, you did fine,” Tonya told her, though Amber really hadn’t done anything to help.

  “It’s just that you kept apologizing,” Amber fiddled her fingers as she spoke. “I thought maybe I messed something up.”

  “Not really,” Tonya shrugged at that. “Most people expect an apology for any sort of inconvenience, no matter how small. I find if I apologize before they have a chance to complain I usually won’t get screamed at.”

  “Does that happen a lot?” Amber said, a new kind of anxiety settled into her gut when she thought about a guest yelling at her.

  “Yes and no,” Tonya thought on it. “The business men are always in a rush and only get mad when they’re delayed. Even then, they rarely yell. It’s usually families that are the biggest problem. Stressed parents will yell about anything. We don’t get a ton of them through here, the guys here for meetings are our bread and butter. Oh,” Tonya said as she looked at the latest person to come through the door. “And discretion is paramount.”

  Amber was a
bout to ask what she meant, but the instant she saw the new guest she understood. The woman wasn’t here to check in. While she was nicely dressed and looked almost professional, under her makeup there was something harsher there. Amber couldn’t put her finger on how she knew the woman was an escort. She just knew.

  Tonya exchanged a knowing nod to the woman and let her pass through the lobby. She waited until the woman was on the elevator before saying anything.

  “Business men who are away from their wives get lonely,” Tonya diplomatically informed her new coworker. “We aren’t here to judge, that is so long as the women avoid mulling around the lobby. Occasionally we call them cabs and sometimes we are asked to bring certain toiletries up to the guest’s room. You are to never, ever mention to a guest that you had any inkling that they had a woman join them in their room. Understand.”

  “Very much so, yes,” Amber nodded. It made her a little sad to know that part of her new job involved helping men cheat on their wives. Not helping, Amber tried to console herself. Just being willfully ignorant of it.

  The rest of Tonya’s shift was spent helping Amber check in the handful of guests that came through the doors. The hotel was only at about thirty percent capacity which made finding rooms for every guest pretty simple.

  “It’s when there’s a convention in town that things get hairy,” Tonya said as she signed herself out of the computer terminal. “When we’re booked full and people think they can just walk in without a reservation. Then there’s trouble. Ah, here’s Mr. Peters, just in time.”

  “Ladies,” the night manager greeted them. “How is Miss. Gleeson’s first night going so far?”

  “Good,” Amber piped up, but quickly she realized he was talking to Tonya, not her.

  “Satisfactory,” the woman told him. “She’s learning quickly. Some subtleties of the trade will have to be learned as issues come up, but she’s got the basics.”

  “Excellent,” Mr. Peters nodded. “Have a good night Tonya.”

  “You too,” Tonya said to her boss without giving Amber the same courtesy. She was just a little bit snootier when the boss was in sight.

  “Now, Miss Gleeson,” Mr. Peters said as he turned his attention back to his latest hire. “I’ll be over there,” he said with a point towards one of the plush chairs by the fireplace of an otherwise empty lobby. “I need to go over some documents. If you need anything, just ring the bell.”

  “Okay,” Amber smiled. She was nervous to be almost on her own, but at least he was only a few feet away if she needed him. There hadn’t been a new check in for almost an hour and the schedule Tonya had given her showed there wasn’t another plane due at the airport outside of town for at least another thirty minutes. At most Amber thought she’d only have to worry about phone calls, which were pretty simple to handle so far.

  Just as Amber let herself relax some and lean her hip on the desk to take some of the weight off her feet the glass doors slid open. Through the door walked an elegantly dressed man with a single small suitcase on wheels.

  “Hello,” she greeted the man as she’d been instructed. “Welcome to The Empress Plaza. Would you like a room?”

  “Of course,” the man smiled at her and it almost took Amber’s breath away. The guest was handsome, sexy even, and wore a perfectly tailored three piece grey suit with a crisp white shirt and a blue-grey tie. Amber got tongue tied as she looked deep into the tall, obviously powerful man’s blue eyes.

  “Um,” Amber said as she fumbled with the keyboard. “Did you have any preferences?”

  “Occasionally,” the man purred at her. “I was hoping that you have my regular room available.”

  “I’ll see what I can do,” Amber stammered as she tried again and again to key in her code. It had been so easy with Tonya staring over her shoulder, but now that she was alone she couldn’t make her fingers work. “I’m sorry,” she apologized as Tonya had trained her. “I’m really sorry.”

  “Don’t be,” the man gave her a reassuring smile, but it only seemed to make Amber more nervous. “I don’t mind waiting for a pretty woman.”

  A foolish giggle left Amber’s lips right as the computer let out a harsh beep. Amber’s eyes went back to the screen that had turned an ugly bright blue and she felt her stomach hit the floor.

  “I’m sorry,” she apologized again. “Um, Mr. Peters,” she called to her new boss. “Oh crap, Mr. Peters!”

  “Miss Gleeson, I can hear you if you keep your voice at a normal tone,” her new boss admonished her as he walked from the lobby to the front desk. “Now what is it? Oh! Mr. Abernathy,” Mr. Peters almost jumped when he saw the guest who was still patiently waiting while Amber was sweating out her nerves. “I did not see you come in, I do apologize.”

  “Everyone here keeps apologizing to me,” the man who Amber now knew as Mr. Abernathy chuckled. “To my knowledge no one has done anything wrong. Should I be concerned?”

  “Of course not, sir,” Mr. Peters tried to smile while he fumbled with the crashed computer. “Ah, here we go,” he declared as he got it up and running again. “Yes, you’re regular room is available. I’ll show you up myself.”

  “It’s fine,” Mr. Abernathy held up his hand to say no. “I’ve been here enough to know the way.”

  “Yes, and I do apologize for the delay again,” Mr. Peters gushed, then he shot Amber a disapproving glance. “Miss Gleeson here is new.”

  “Everyone is new at some point,” Mr. Abernathy assured the night manager. “And she seems nice to have around. Miss Gleeson,” he said as he turned his focus back to Amber. “I do hope to be seeing much more of you when I stay here.”

  “You are lucky,” Mr. Peters scowled at her once the well dressed guest was in the elevator and out of earshot. “Upset a customer like him and you’ll be looking for another job.”

  “I’m so sorry,” Amber apologized again. “The computer froze and I didn’t know what to do. I don’t even know who he is!”

  “You aren’t aware of Mr. Abernathy? Clinton Abernathy?” Mr. Peters looked at her with his mouth slightly agape. “He’s only one of the wealthiest men in the country under the age of thirty. He stays here once a month or so on business. He is your number one priority when he’s here, got that? Anything he wants, you do. He says jump and you jump. Got it?”

  Amber nodded and finally let out a sigh of relief when Mr. Peters left her to return to his papers by the fake fire in the lobby. She cursed herself for getting so flustered over something as simple as a computer mishap, but she knew part of it was because of the handsome blue eyes that had been watching every move.

  Thankfully no one else walked through the door and when she looked over at her boss she saw his chin resting on his chest. His round belly rose and fell in soft, rhythmic breaths and Amber was certain he’d fallen asleep. She didn’t know if she should be surprised or not; it was well after midnight and besides the bit of excitement her mess up had caused, there was little for either of them to do.

  She knew she shouldn’t do it, but Amber was bored enough that she reached under the desk and pulled out her phone. Just as she brought up her Twitter feed the front desk phone rang and startled her so bad that she dropped her cell on the marble floor.

  “Please don’t be broken. Please don’t be broken,” she cooed at her phone, but a tiny chip had appeared at the bottom corner of the screen. “Shit,” she mumbled then added another one when she realized the phone at the front desk was still ringing.

  “Good evening, front desk,” she answered on the fifth or six ring.

  “I see it’s busy down there,” a familiar deep voice greeted her.

  “Oh, Mr. Abernathy,” she breathed into the phone. “Is there anything I can do for you?”

  “Yes, I believe there is.” Clinton Abernathy’s voice was deep, but had a playfulness to it that made Amber’s heart sing. “Could you bring up a bottle of champagne and some strawberries?”

  “I’ll have room service bring that right up to you, s
ir,” Amber told him while trying to keep her voice professional as possible.

  “No, I think you misunderstand,” the wealthy young tycoon corrected her. “I don’t want room service to bring it up. I want you to bring it up. As soon as possible, if you please.”

  “Um, okay,” Amber mumbled as Clinton Abernathy hung up his end of the call. Immediately she called over to the kitchen and placed his order, instructing them that she’d be bringing it up.

  “Mr. Peters,” she went over to her sleeping boss. She gently poked his shoulder to get him to wake up and when he finally came to she told him what happened.

  “So call the kitchen and have them bring it up,” he said as he swatted her away.

  “I did that, sir, but he’s requesting that I bring his order up,” Amber informed him. “Can you watch the desk?”

  “Fine,” the manager nodded, but as Amber met the man from the kitchen and took the silver serving cart she could already hear Mr. Peters snoring softly from his chair.

  “Don’t worry about him,” the man from the kitchen shrugged. “He’ll wake up if someone rings the bell.”

  Amber pushed the cart and stepped into the elevator. She smoothed her skirt as she waited for the car to climb the twelve stories to the penthouse. The hotel wasn’t huge, but it was by far the nicest one in the area. It didn’t surprise her that the other business men stayed there, but if Clinton Abernathy was half the man her boss seemed to think he was then Amber truly was impressed by her new place of employment.

  No one had thought to give Amber a tour of the hotel, but when she got to the top floor she stopped worrying about trying to find the right door. There were only three doors on the penthouse floor, two to the left of the elevator and one to the right.

  “Hello?” Amber called as she knocked on the white door to the right of the elevator. “Room service.”

  “Come in,” Clinton’s deep voice called to her. That’s when it hit Amber, she hadn’t thought to bring the master key card. She was locked out.