a chance to get one.” She quickly digs into her back pocket, grins at me, and rushes out the door.
“You’ve got to be shitting me,” I mumble to myself while throwing my arms up.
Did she really think that was an invitation for her to join them outside like a groupie?
I find my attention lingering back over on the little show outside, until the hotel phone rings, pulling me back to my duties.
“Brightside Hotel, Natalie speaking.”
There’s a grunt before a gruff voice comes through the line. “I need to cancel a reservation for tonight, and I need a refund on my account too.”
Really? This asshole has bad timing.
“I can cancel your reservation, sir, but I can’t issue you a refund. The room must be canceled with a twenty-four-hour notice for you to not be charged.”
“Bullshit! Don’t you give me that shit,” he screams, causing me to pull the phone away and cuss under my breath. “I’m not paying for something I’m not going to use.”
“Sir, it’s hotel policy and has been from the very beginning. That was explained to you when you made your reservation, and you agreed. I’m sorry—”
“Put a manager on the phone, girl. I’m not going to sit here and waste my time on a nobody like you that’s not going to give me what I want.”
I growl and grip the desk, trying my best not to snap on this asshole. “I am the manager, sir. Sorry for the disappointment, but as I said before—”
“I’m not paying shit for that room, and if I find a charge on my account, I will call my lawyer and sue this shitty hotel for stealing from me…”
I pull the phone away from my ear as he continues to scream at me, as if it’s going to get him what he wants. I’m dating a fucking lawyer, I know that’s not how it works.
“Need me to deal with someone for you?”
I hadn’t even realized Madden came back inside, but when I look up, he’s standing in front of the desk with his eyebrow cocked, listening to the dickhead’s angry voice coming from the phone.
From the look on his face I’d say he’s not too happy. “Give me the phone.”
“I’m good. I handle assholes like this daily.”
Releasing a breath, I place the phone back to my ear and cut him off. “Feel free to contact the owner and tell him that his policy is shit, but I can assure you that you still won’t be getting your money back, because now we have a room to fill and no time to do it, so have a great day, sir.”
With that, I hang up the phone, slamming it down harder than I should.
The day has barely started and I’m already over it. This place has done nothing but stress me out ever since I was promoted to manager. I’m seriously going to lose my shit if I don’t get away soon.
“What happened to your army of groupies?” I look around and don’t see the three girls or even Kayla, which surprises me.
“I gave them some of my clothing and they took off in a hurry to most likely post all over social media.”
I stand up and check him out, noticing that his hoodie and belt are now gone, and I can’t help but to be slightly entertained by this. “Nice. But where’s Kayla? I need her here working.”
He leans against the desk and crosses his arms, giving me a good view of his sculpted biceps. “She’s outside making a call to your boss to let him know that she’ll be covering your shift for the rest of the day.”
He has to be joking, so I play along with him. “Oh yeah? And what did you have to give Kayla to get her to agree to that? One of your socks or both?”
“My underwear,” he says with a serious face. I laugh but stop when I look up to find his expression unchanged.
“Are you for real?”
“I can show you if you’d like, but I’m not sure my brother would appreciate that. Now, let’s get the hell out of here so you can pack. I’ll help.”
He reaches out and grabs the cheesecake before reaching for my hand as if he’s just won.
“Whoa!” I pull away as he helps me to my feet. “I’m not going, Madden. Don’t make me explain myself again. Please, just leave before I really lose it. I’m pissed at you Parker boys. Did you miss the conversation we had outside less than