Finding Reese (Tremont Lodge Series Book 1) Read Online Free
Author: Marcy Blesy
sees that I am not surrendering, he tires of his games and opens the balcony door where he sits in a recliner and smokes a cigarette.
After the floor is clean, I throw out his trash, noting an opened condom wrapper on the floor behind the garbage can. I hate him even more now. I make the king-size bed, restock the bathroom with clean towels, and scrub down the sink and shower before assessing my work. The room looks great, but the thought of having to return every day makes me nauseous.
“Well done.” I jump at the sound of Lawson’s name. “Man, you sure are skittish. I like that. It tells me you are a girl who likes to be in control.” I roll my eyes and reach for my cart, ready to leave. “Wait. Look. I was an asshole. It’s just something I do when I meet people—test them out—you know?”
“If you are anything like your uncle, it’s no wonder he’s still single,” I say. With that, I open the door and push the cart into the hall.
Chapter 4:
By the time I got on the tenth floor to room 1014 today, it had already been cleaned. Having Helen catch me on the wrong floor again wouldn’t bode well for my job standing, especially since I was late this morning, and who knows what Lawson will tell his uncle about her cleaning staff. She’s been pretty amazing as far as a boss goes. There will be plenty of time to get into the room another day. Tinley is waiting by the laundry room on the ninth floor when I am done cleaning with my last room.
“My fingernails are a mess,” she says. “How does anyone expect to protect a French manicure when working in conditions like these?” I look down at my own unpolished nails, picked short because of a nervous habit.
“Maybe you should try to switch jobs, Tinley. I’m sure you’d make a great pool girl serving drinks or something.”
“I know I would, but then I’d have to work nights, and, well, I like having my nights to myself, you know? There are lots of guys here. I want to explore my options.”
“Funny you should say that.” But I stop myself from talking further. As much as I think that Tinley is a bubble-headed, entitled flake, she doesn’t deserve someone like Lawson. “Let’s go out tonight,” I say. “I’ve heard they have a good pizza place here. My treat.”
The pizza restaurant is located in the main level of the dormitory where the college help is staying for the summer, but it’s open to the guests at the lodge, too. It’s a very casual atmosphere with wood paneling and a hand carved bar top that spans almost the length of the entire restaurant. A jukebox is playing country music in the corner of the room, and two teenagers are playing pool. Tinley and I decide to sit at the bar. She tucks her too short skirt underneath her bottom, but one false move and her butt cheek is sitting on that bar stool. I’m wearing shorts and a tank top again, but I have applied a little mascara and lip gloss and tied my hair up in a high pony tail.
The bartender sets two beers in front of us though we haven’t even ordered. “Compliments of the boss,” he says, gesturing toward a corner booth where Lawson is sitting in between two blondes who are oblivious to his inattention to them.
“Do you know that guy?” asks Tinley. “He’s hot.”
“We met today. He’s trouble, big time, Tinley. Stay away from him.”
“Why did the bartender call him the boss?”
“His uncle is Mr. Oakley, the owner of this place.”
“Ted is his uncle?”
“Ted?”
“Ted—Mr. Oakley to you, I suppose—is an old fraternity brother of my dad. Why else did you think I’d pick Michigan to spend my summer? He assured my dad that this place was cool and I’d love it here.”
“Hmm, do you love it, Tinley?”
“It’s okay, but we need to meet a lot more guys.”
“Yeah, that sounds fine.” Lawson is roaring for another pitcher of beer which the bartender obliges right away. “Let’s get our pizza to go and eat by the lodge pool, okay?” I
After the floor is clean, I throw out his trash, noting an opened condom wrapper on the floor behind the garbage can. I hate him even more now. I make the king-size bed, restock the bathroom with clean towels, and scrub down the sink and shower before assessing my work. The room looks great, but the thought of having to return every day makes me nauseous.
“Well done.” I jump at the sound of Lawson’s name. “Man, you sure are skittish. I like that. It tells me you are a girl who likes to be in control.” I roll my eyes and reach for my cart, ready to leave. “Wait. Look. I was an asshole. It’s just something I do when I meet people—test them out—you know?”
“If you are anything like your uncle, it’s no wonder he’s still single,” I say. With that, I open the door and push the cart into the hall.
Chapter 4:
By the time I got on the tenth floor to room 1014 today, it had already been cleaned. Having Helen catch me on the wrong floor again wouldn’t bode well for my job standing, especially since I was late this morning, and who knows what Lawson will tell his uncle about her cleaning staff. She’s been pretty amazing as far as a boss goes. There will be plenty of time to get into the room another day. Tinley is waiting by the laundry room on the ninth floor when I am done cleaning with my last room.
“My fingernails are a mess,” she says. “How does anyone expect to protect a French manicure when working in conditions like these?” I look down at my own unpolished nails, picked short because of a nervous habit.
“Maybe you should try to switch jobs, Tinley. I’m sure you’d make a great pool girl serving drinks or something.”
“I know I would, but then I’d have to work nights, and, well, I like having my nights to myself, you know? There are lots of guys here. I want to explore my options.”
“Funny you should say that.” But I stop myself from talking further. As much as I think that Tinley is a bubble-headed, entitled flake, she doesn’t deserve someone like Lawson. “Let’s go out tonight,” I say. “I’ve heard they have a good pizza place here. My treat.”
The pizza restaurant is located in the main level of the dormitory where the college help is staying for the summer, but it’s open to the guests at the lodge, too. It’s a very casual atmosphere with wood paneling and a hand carved bar top that spans almost the length of the entire restaurant. A jukebox is playing country music in the corner of the room, and two teenagers are playing pool. Tinley and I decide to sit at the bar. She tucks her too short skirt underneath her bottom, but one false move and her butt cheek is sitting on that bar stool. I’m wearing shorts and a tank top again, but I have applied a little mascara and lip gloss and tied my hair up in a high pony tail.
The bartender sets two beers in front of us though we haven’t even ordered. “Compliments of the boss,” he says, gesturing toward a corner booth where Lawson is sitting in between two blondes who are oblivious to his inattention to them.
“Do you know that guy?” asks Tinley. “He’s hot.”
“We met today. He’s trouble, big time, Tinley. Stay away from him.”
“Why did the bartender call him the boss?”
“His uncle is Mr. Oakley, the owner of this place.”
“Ted is his uncle?”
“Ted?”
“Ted—Mr. Oakley to you, I suppose—is an old fraternity brother of my dad. Why else did you think I’d pick Michigan to spend my summer? He assured my dad that this place was cool and I’d love it here.”
“Hmm, do you love it, Tinley?”
“It’s okay, but we need to meet a lot more guys.”
“Yeah, that sounds fine.” Lawson is roaring for another pitcher of beer which the bartender obliges right away. “Let’s get our pizza to go and eat by the lodge pool, okay?” I
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