and slipping off my heel then do the same with the other.
"Well he has been coming here at least once a week for about 6 months and always on different days. He stays one night and walks all over the hotel. He usually ends up in the bar, never picks anyone up, and he always dismisses girls that try to pick him up. Trust me, there have been a lot of girls he has turned down."
"How do you know he never picks anyone up?" Is Ethan a stalker?
He rolls his eyes at me knowing what I’m thinking. "Because a girl I date sometimes waitresses in the bar. All the women employee's in this hotel are very interested in Mr. Brady and they all talk. He has never so much as flirted with anyone. In fact, tonight is the only night he has actually bought a girl a drink. Don't think that didn't circulate through the staff like wildfire. That's why I showed up to make sure you were OK."
"Thank you for that, by the way." What is he up to with my hotel? Maybe I will meet him for a drink tomorrow night, if it means I can find out what his game is.
"Do you think he knows I own the hotel and that's why he came on to me?" Damn, that's probably it . Why am I upset by this?
"I don't see how he would know unless you told him?" Ethan sounds confident in that.
"Well all the staff seems to know me. Maybe one of them told him."
"Not if they want to keep their job they wouldn't. Discreetness is very important. Your dad put that in play a long time ago. No staff is allowed to share the identity of any guest to another guest." We finally reach the top floor and I head to my room to change.
“Stay here, I'll be right back." I tell Ethan I want to know more.
The first thing I do is strip off the dress and can feel the slickness between my legs. I will take care of that later. I smile to myself at the thought of my date with my vibrator, although some of the excitement is gone now. I know he might have been working his charms because he knows I am the new owner. Either way, that was some serious chemistry and I know he felt it too. If he knew I owned the hotel he certainly did not show it.
I throw on some underwear YES, yoga pants, and an oversized tee before I head out to Ethan to find out more. He's on the phone when I walk in. I curl up on the giant leather sofa tucking my legs underneath me and wait for Ethan to finish is call.
"OK, so that was Mallory, the waitress serving Ian tonight. She says that he asked her if she knew who you were and she swears she didn't tell him. She said she had never seen you before. Then he told her he wanted to buy you a drink."
"You think she is telling the truth?" I myself am not a very trusting person, but I don't know the girl so I can't pass judgment.
"Honestly, I really do. Mallory can't lie for shit and I know she would have told me if she had because I'd never get her fired."
"So I'm to believe that you aren't just telling me this so that she doesn't get fired?" I shoot back at him and wait for him to waiver. He doesn't, which my best guess is he is telling me the truth.
"I really don't think you're that kind of person. You wouldn't get someone fired for telling someone else who you are." He looks at me giving me a knowing smile.
"How is it that you know me so well after only meeting me this morning?"
"I have always been a good judge of character."
"You, my friend, are also a pretty good detective." I give him a