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The Lotus

The Lotus

Lillith Mykals Kennedy

Last update: 2022-06-16

Chapter 1

  • Jasmine POV
  • I pull into the Bayou Blue. I love my job, and I love this hotel. I have met some unusual people working here. I have a great boss, and the pay is not bad. So why am I always late for work.
  • I jump out of my car, grabbing my purse. Walker is going to raise hell at me. I run through the door and quickly to the clerk's entrance.
  • “Sorry,” I say as I set down my purse on the desk in the back office.
  • Walker gives me his devilish grin. “I think you are earlier than I expected. Why can you not get here on time?” Walker asks.
  • I smile. “I honestly don’t know. I think I will be late for my own funeral,” I say.
  • “At least you are honest about it. We are booked. I already checked almost everyone into their rooms. There are just a few, so it should be an easy night,” he says.
  • “Okay. Anything you need me to do?” I ask.
  • Walker gathers his things. “I don’t think so. You could try to be on time tomorrow,” he says.
  • “Hot date?” I ask.
  • “I wish. If you need anything, call me. I will be in the area. Leave room 421 open. I might stay here tonight,” he says.
  • “We are expecting bad weather tonight,” I say.
  • “Yes, Winston is in room 216. If you want to block you a room, you can,” he says.
  • “Yeah, I think I will block me a room. I will get Chanel to bring me a bag,” I say.
  • “423 is open, and it has a hot tub,” he says.
  • “Thanks, Walker,” I say.
  • Walker leaves the hotel. He is something else. I bet he has a hot date. I wish my ass. He might try to pretend with me, but damn I know. He is delicious. I would love to sink my teeth in him.
  • I log in to my computer and get ready for the night. We are pretty much booked. I block off rooms 421 and 423 before it gets booked. At least I know Winston will be here on time and probably early. I can go to the hotel bar for a few hours before going up to my room.
  • I pull out my phone to text Chanel.
  • *Go by my apartment and pack me a go-bag, please. I am going to stay at the hotel tonight. You can stay with me if you like.*
  • Hopefully, she is not busy. Who am I kidding? She is never busy and will probably jump at the chance to stay with me at the hotel.
  • She texts back.
  • *Hell Yes. I will be there before you get off. I will grab enough for a few days. The rain is going to be bad. We might be stuck a day or two. I will stop by the liquor store. Kisses*
  • I knew she would come through for me. Chanel has been my best friend my entire life. She has always been the more outgoing of the two of us. I wish I could be as free-spirited as her. Not me. I need everything perfectly normal.
  • I need stability. That is why I married the sweetest man on the planet. I married my high school sweetheart. We have the most predictable life. Other than the fact I am late for everything, we are normal. We eat the same things and go to the same places; we are normal.
  • I pull my phone and text my sweet husband.
  • *Jonah love. I am staying at the hotel with Chanel. The rain is going to be bad. I was worried about getting to and from work the next few days. Chanel is going to get my things. When will you be back?*
  • If he texts me back at all, I will be shocked. I grab some files from the cabinet. Walker is terrible at filing. I try to file as much as possible. At least it gives me something to do tonight.
  • The rain has started coming in. My husband still hasn’t texted me back. I am sure he is busy. He is always too busy for me. I shouldn’t think about it like that. He is working. He is always working. He is good to me. Jonah is the best husband. He can be cold, but he is also a loving, sweet man.
  • My phone dings finally.
  • *Hey, love. I got your things. I am on my way to you*
  • At least Chanel texts me back. I put the files away. I look upon the camera and see Walker’s car pulling back into the parking lot. I grab a key card and make him a key for 421.
  • “Hey. I got you a key made for 421. You sure you don’t want 423,” I ask.
  • “No, you take it. Is Chanel coming over to stay with you?” he asks.
  • He always asks about Chanel. She is beautiful.
  • “Of course, I don’t want to be alone,” I say.
  • “Well, let me know when you two head to the bar. I will go with you,” he says.
  • Damn, I should not be thinking how sexy he is. I am a married woman. I guess it doesn’t hurt to look. My phone dings again.
  • *okay, I will be in Arizona until next week. Be safe*
  • No, I love you. Okay, I will let it slide. I can drink about it later. I check the clock; it's almost time for Winston. I do my paperwork quickly. I see Winston walking up from his room.
  • Chanel is pulling up in the parking lot. Yes! We can get to the bar and party all night with Mr. Sexy. This should be fun. Who am I kidding she will party, and I will be the wallflower.
  • Chanel comes through the lobby door at full speed.
  • “Hey, boo thang. I got your bag, and I got booze,” she hollers.
  • “Girl, quiet,” I say.
  • “Shit, I am sorry,” she says.
  • She is always so loud.
  • Thank goodness Winston is coming in.
  • “Hey Chanel,” he says.
  • Chanel leans over the counter. “Hey, Winston,” she says.
  • She is such a damn flirt. “Winston, there is nothing to tell. Everyone is checked in, and I am out of here,” I say.
  • I grab my purse and the keys to our room.
  • “We go up to the room first,” Chanel asks.
  • “Yes. I want out of these clothes,” I say.
  • My phone dings.
  • *come to the bar after you change*
  • “Who is it?” Chanel asks.
  • I laugh. “The boss man,” I say.
  • “He is hot!” she says.
  • “That he is,” I say.
  • We get on the elevator, and I hit the button for 4. “What room did you get for us?” Chanel asks.
  • “423. We got a hot tub,” I say.
  • “Hell to the yes girl,” Chanel says.
  • We get off the elevator and start making our way to the room. I hand Chanel a key and I keep one for myself. She opens the door.
  • “Is Mr.Sexy staying close to us,” she asks.
  • I point to 421. “He is right there. So do not be sneaking out of the room and knocking on his door tonight,” I tease her.
  • “Oh, no, honey. I would never. I know you want some of that,” she teases me.
  • We giggle as we go into the room. I set my bag down and start to go through it. Chanel packed me enough clothes for a week.
  • “How bad do you think this rain is going to be?” I ask.
  • “Well, I doubt we will be able to get home for a few days. It is going to flood. Did you text Jonah?” she says.
  • I throw my clothes down on the bed that I picked out. “Yes, I did, and I got the typical okay from him. It is so frustrating. I am not going to let it get to me. Tonight we are going to drink and get in the hot tub and have fun,” I say.
  • “I hope the bar has some decent food. I am starved. I ran late at work then had to go to get your stuff, so I am starved,” Chanel says.
  • “The restaurant is open for another hour,” I say.
  • Chanel smiles big. She loves to eat. How can someone so skinny eat all the damn time? I have to work at it. She burns calories with her mouth, I guess.
  • “Hurry up. I am starved,” she fusses.
  • I let my hair down and fluff it up. I apply makeup and slip into my clothes.
  • “I brought your heels,” Chanel says.
  • “Great, maybe I won’t fall on my face after I drink,” I say.
  • I grab my purse and the key to our room. “Come on, hurry up. If you are that hungry, let’s go,” I say.
  • She bounces behind me. We go out the door and head to the restaurant to get the crazy woman some food.
  • “Are you going to invite Mr.Sexy to come to eat with us?” she asks.
  • “Maybe,” I answer her.
  • She reaches into my purse and gets my phone. She scrolls to Walker’s contact number.
  • *Meet us at the restaurant*
  • “Now, Let’s party,” she says.