Tank
“Looking for Fiona.” I told the lady at the front desk and she looked worried as she scanned me. “I’m her ride home.” I pointed to my truck outside and she nodded slowly before she picked up a phone and dialed a number.
“Hey FiFi, it’s Jolene I got front desk duty today. Are you expecting someone hot and dangerous to take you home today and you didn’t spill at lunch?” I smirked at the idea of this girl not being scared of me like I initially thought. “Fiona… is he your brother? Available? He’s yummy.”
“Jolene!” I heard my woman shout from the back and then she sighed.
“She said you can go on back… any time. Her room number is 5. Just on the right… I’ll be here.” She waved at me and I got to the door and she buzzed me past before I looked for the room she talked about.
“No gossip
