Hotel for the Weekend

By Grey Jennings

I never thought I'd see myself working at a hotel.

No, really.

I thought I'd be living the high life somewhere by the time I was in my thirties, but I've just passed that mark and I'm still a hotel receptionist. How's that for real life? But now my boss is leaving for the weekend and he expects me to run the entire hotel by myself.

Not to mention that there's a graduation party going on for the class of 2021. And I'm supposed to host it by myself.

But it's not all bad. There's this guy named Will. He's goofy, chiseled, and everything I could want in a guy. The thing is that he's 22. There's no way he'll take me seriously.

Should I take my chances? Oh, wait, here he is now.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Grey Jennings
• Release date: Feb 19, 2021
• ISBN: 9781393209713

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Hotel for the Weekend

I lean into the front desk and grasp my pencil between my index finger and thumb before rubbing it against my small piece of sketchbook paper. The shape of her ass is coming along nicely, and although her titties could use some aligning, she's definitely an angel on a sheet of paper. I dip one hand back into my small bag of Cheetos before I feel a presence looming over me.

Well, that's inappropriate for work, A voice booms, and I flush.

Shit, sorry, Allen.

I push the sketchbook into a drawer underneath me and look up at him. He's tall, but what does that actually mean since I'm barely five feet myself? His button-down shirt is unbuttoned at the collar, showing crisp chest hairs that peak out, waiting to be tugged.

Allen clears his throat again, probably establishing the authority that he knows he has. I straighten and have to take several steps back to look at him fairly. He's one of the tallest drinks of water I've ever seen and one of the finest white men on this side of town.

He not so nonchalantly glances down at my breasts; the things wouldn't stay put in my button-down shirt. But hey, you try shopping in the petite section while still trying to accommodate titties. It's near impossible.

Allen reaches over me, grabs my back of hot chips, and slowly dips his fingers inside. The yellow powder dusts them immediately, and I watch as he crunches down the last few bits of my sanity. I swallow, waiting for the explosion, but it doesn't come. Allen leans against the front desk and sighs, and I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.

What can I do for you, sir? I decide on the best response. I couldn't take this teasing much longer. I had been working as his main hotel receptionist for nearly five years, and the tension over the past few had been gaining. None of the staff had ever seen him with a woman, and there were even rumors around the place that he was gay. But I doubted it. What he was packing looked to be pretty sizeable; I could by the way he wore his fitted chinos and oxfords. I tug