Page 38 of Room Service

“I’m hungry,” Mason declared.

“Me, too,” Kevin admitted like I’d expected him to. “Can we take a quick break to eat?”

They both looked at me with pleading expressions.

“You can do what you want. You can get out of the office for a little bit, stretch your legs. Just don’t go too far. Let the secretary know to have something sent up to me.”

They didn’t hesitate to jump out of their seats. I’d had two extra desks brought in for them so I could keep an eye on them and make sure they were working, not just goofing off. I missed the privacy of having the office to myself.

“Are you seriously just going to stay in here for the whole day?” Mason asked, looking a little horrified.

Kevin shrugged. “Probably. You know what Dad is like.”

No different from me, I knew. I’d inherited his work ethic. Only, unlike him, I had no one to go home to, so it didn’t matter much that I spent so much time at the office. The women I usually met didn’t hang around for long.

“Get out of here,” I said, waving at them so they would leave. “You better both be back here in an hour, though, or I’ll be tracking you down.”

They shot me near matching cheeky looks as they left, and I sighed, looking back at my computer.

I groaned to myself after long minutes of not reading what was in front of me. I even gave myself a hard tap on the forehead for good measure. I’d spared Jessi barely a thought here and there before, so how was it that now she was all I could think about?

With my brothers not there to see me lose my mind, I let out a few of my frustrations.

I couldn’t get her out of my thoughts, even with all the work I was supposed to be doing. I knew it was bad when work wouldn’t distract me like usual.

Jessi… Her beautiful hair, those eyes. The luscious curves of her body that made me want to bury myself in her for hours upon hours…

Focus, Trent! You’re the oldest here, you’re supposed to be setting a good example.

Still.

It had been a day and I hadn't heard from her at all. It wasn’t like she didn’t know how to contact me, either. I’d stopped by her room this morning, then gone through the staff room, and I hadn't seen her anywhere.

So where exactly was she? Maybe she’d had what she wanted from me and she was moving on now. I hoped that wasn’t the case. I hoped she was just busy, too busy to meet for a chat. She wasn’t deliberately ignoring me.

I leaned back in my chair, placed my arms on the armrests, and closed my eyes.

The night we’d had was incredible. She wasn’t the usual kind of woman I went for, but I couldn’t help wanting more. In some ways, she had been inexperienced, and usually, that was a turn off for me. With Jessi, it had been hot. Maybe it had been a while for her, which would explain the spots of blood if I’d been a bit rough. I just knew there was no way she could have been a virgin, not in this day and age…

Could she?

I frowned as the possibility occurred to me for the first time. I didn’t think she could have been, but I’d been thinking a lot about that night we’d been together, and a few more details were coming in clearer.

“It couldn’t be possible,” I muttered to myself.

I was already grabbing my phone to try and hunt down Emily. I didn’t have Jessi’s contact number. It had been in the information the secretary had gotten for me, but it would probably be creepy if I just called her up when she hadn't even given me her number. Not to mention just a tad desperate, and that was one thing I was not.

I called the mansion.

“Hello?” someone answered. Probably one of the maids in the house.

“This is Trent; I’m looking for Emily? Is she around?”

“Oh! Mr. Thompson. Um, about Emily, I know she went to see your father earlier, but I believe that was a while ago, for brunch. I couldn’t think of where she is now…”

I pursed my lips; a bit irked that Emily got in to see Dad and he was turning me and my brothers down. Was the old man pissed because we were the ones that left home, and she’d been the one to stay?

“Can you look for her and let me know where she is?” I asked.