Nathaniel Anders.
(8)
When Stephanie heard voices, she opened her
eyes and yawned. She then realized she heard voices.
Not just a voice, but voices.
She sat up in bed, taking the sheet with
her, keeping her body covered. She looked around the room
remembering it was her room at Wolf Top Lodge. She peeked under the
sheets for a second, looking at her naked body. The images of
Nathaniel came back to her and she smiled.
“I’m not under there.”
Stephanie gasped and pulled the sheet back
to her chest.
There he was.
Nathaniel.
Standing in the doorway, wearing a suit,
looking as dark and sexy as ever.
“I heard voices,” Stephanie said.
Nathaniel nodded. He looked at his wrist and
said, “It’s a little before seven. In the morning.”
Stephanie’s mouth fell open. “How long was I
asleep?”
“A long time,” Nathaniel said. “You needed
it. Get dressed and come downstairs. We checkout in exactly one
hour.”
“Checkout? Wait, the snow…”
“Storm’s gone,” Nathaniel said. “Stopped
last night while you were sleeping. Plows got the roads cleaned up.
The lodge is open for business again.”
“Just like that,” Stephanie whispered as she
looked out the window.
“Just like that,” Nathaniel said. “Funny how
fast life changes. I expect you downstairs in five minutes.”
Nathaniel tapped the doorframe and was
gone.
Just like that.
Stephanie didn’t want to believe it was
over. She didn’t want to believe that other people were in the
lodge now. The regular employees. Guests coming to spend a snowy
night away from home. It had grown to feel like home, the place for
her and Nathaniel to be in.
It pained her to hear the voices.
She could pick out Nathaniel’s voice and it
drove her heart and body mad.
Stephanie closed her eyes and felt tears
forming, fighting their way out. She didn’t want to leave the
lodge. Leave Nathaniel. Leave all this.
She forced herself from the bed to get
dressed only because of Nathaniel’s command. The last thing she
wanted was to make him angry, especially if this was their last
hour together.
What would happen next?
Stephanie had life to tend to. Her life. She
needed to come to terms that perhaps she really was unemployed now.
That meant she needed a job.
Taking the steps one by one, the smell of
food and feel of warmth came over her. At the bottom of the steps,
she recognized the man standing near a small desk.
Charles.
The man who had been there when the lodge
was supposed to be closed.
“Ma’am,” Charles said, nodding.
“Charles, right?”
“That’s right. And you’re…”
“Stephanie.”
“Stephanie,” Charles said. He extended his
hand. As Stephanie shook his hand, he said, “I hope I wasn’t too
curt with you before. I really needed to leave the lodge. He runs a
tight ship, but I don’t mess with weather.”
Charles nodded and Stephanie looked left to
see Nathaniel standing in the living area with two women who were
dressed in light grey suits. He was pointing, talking, commanding
them. One woman stood with her arms behind her back and the other
with a notebook.
“Trying to sort out the mess,” Charles said.
“I wish he’d leave it to us.”
“Leave it to you?” Stephanie asked.
“Sure. It’s our job.” Charles shook his head
and then excused himself, walking through the living area towards
the dining room.
Stephanie crept into the living area, not
wanting to disturb Nathaniel. She made it most of the way before
her foot bumped into a small table, making enough sound to attract
Nathaniel’s sexy eyes upon her.
His face lit up and he reached for her.
“Steph, come.”
She moved next to him.
He wrapped his arm tight around her. He
looked back to the two women before him.
“Just get this sorted out,” he said. “I want
the place calm, collected. It’s open, fill it.”
“Yes, sir,” they both said and walked
away.
“How about breakfast?” he asked
Stephanie.
“Who were they?” Stephanie
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