Looking into his brown eyes, I wish they were blue. Ones I used to dream about.
Shit.
Freaking Logan Vaughan.
“One day, honey. One day.” He leaves, making me slump.
Freaking hell.
Sucking in a deep breath, I go back inside and get back to work.
The rest of my shift flies by and I only see Davis once, when he comes to greet a couple who want to book the main halls. He smiles and waves but does not come to speak to me.
“That man is smitten with you,” Katie whispers. “You do not look at him the way he looks at you.”
I nod to her, not speaking.
We both clock out at the same time and I walk her to her car along with Diego, our hotel security guy. He is married with two little girls who are his world, so he takes women’s safety very seriously.
“You ladies have a good night. Be safe driving home.”
“See you later, D,” I call out as he backs away once we are in our cars.
He salutes us both, and we drive off with a beep of the horn.
I am so glad that I found this job, as I did not want to go to college; it was not my thing. High school was okay and I got good grades but I was never ambitious when it came to having a future, I just wanted a job so I could live comfortably and working at the hotel I have that.
I give rent to my Aunt Cass each month and I know it is not what most people pay, but I give back to her in other ways.
My body sags into my seat as I stop at a red light, music playing softly through the speakers. It is almost six in the evening, and I just want a hot bath to soak my aching body in.
I am in good shape, I run most mornings with Glory before work. Some days though, depending on what I have to do besides being a receptionist, I ache and my feet feel like balloons from being on them all shift.
A song comes on that I love and I turn up the volume, then shimmy in my seat, trying to loosen up the stiffness.
Turning to my left I see Valarie walking down the street. I am not one to judge other people by what they wear or do but freaking hell, she looks like a hooker. Her poor excuse of a skirt barely covers her ass, and the little scrap of material is barely holding her boobs in place.
Like me, she has big boobs. Mine are a little firmer than hers, but she is all ass as well, whereas mine is button tight from all the running and hiking.
Frowning, I watch as she stops by a group of men, laughing at what they are saying but it sounds forced and fake. My mouth drops open when I see her pull little baggies of white powder from the tube top she is wearing, waving at the men. They nod and smile, handing over small rolls of money.
What the frick?
She is dealing openly in public now?
What the hell has happened to her?
Pulling around the corner when the light turns green, I shut off my car and jump out, racing back around to speak to her. She is walking my way as I come to a screeching halt, her eyes flashing wide when she sees it is me, then they narrow.
“What the hell, Val? You dealing openly now?” I accuse her.
“Fuck off, Stevie, this has nothing to do with you.” She tries walking past me but I block her.
“Valarie, this is not you. Are they forcing you to do this? Is this because of Vinnie?”
She scoffs, folding her arms and popping a hip, looking at me with distain. We used to be so close, best friends forever I thought, and it hurts my heart seeing how much she hates me.
We both took different paths and for some odd reason she hates me for it.
