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stairs. “Oh, and Adam?” She stopped and glanced over her shoulder. “Make sure everything coming out of the kitchen is perfect this weekend.” There, she saw the old temper flare in his eyes and smiled even bigger as she made her way towards Sarah’s office to meet with the rest of the staff.
Two hours after the entire Robinson clan arrived, her head was splitting and she was wondering how she and the staff were going to make it through the rest of the weekend.
Sarah had called her twice already and even though she knew her friend only meant to help, she quickly switched off her phone so she wouldn’t be distracted again.
Her radio pipped in her ear so much she had to turn it down. For the next few hours, she handled every complaint. Beds were too hard, pillows too soft, rooms didn’t have the best view and had to be switched, luggage had been scuffed. And all this before most of the guests had even been checked in. She knew that it truly was going to be the weekend from hell.
Just before dinner, she ran into a group of men standing on the balcony smoking. There were several signs posted, leading the smokers away from the main building, but the group was clearly ignoring them. Deciding quickly how to best handle the situation, she walked over to the group.
“Beautiful evening isn’t it?” She leaned against the railing.
“It’s okay,” two of the men replied.
A tall blond man quickly flicked his cigarette out into the yard and she felt her back teeth clench as she made a mental note to pick up the butt. “Your name is Lilith?” he said as he leaned next to her and ran a finger over her nametag.
“Yes, I’m the general manager in charge. I hope you’re finding everything here at East Haven to your pleasing.”
The blond leaned closer. “I’m Tristen Robinson.”
The name was familiar, as was the face. But she didn’t let that affect her. The fact that he was one of the most eligible bachelors in New York meant little to her.
“Yes, it’s my job to know everyone here.” She smiled and decided to quickly get them to move towards the designated smoking area. “Have you discovered the pavilion yet? It’s our designated smoking area and the view of the ocean is spectacular from there.”
“No.” His hand reached out to brush her arm. She straightened. “I would be willing to show you gentlemen the area.” She waited.
“We were done anyway.” The other two flicked their cigarettes into the yard and she tried not to show her anger. Then they turned and left her alone with Tristen.
Instantly, she was rethinking her tactics and took a step back.
“So…” He leaned closer to her once more. “Why don’t you show me that spot.” His fingers trailed up her arm, causing her to shiver.
“I’d be happy to, but I just remembered—” She stopped when he laughed.
“Afraid to be left alone with me?” he teased, causing her chin to rise.
“Of course not, Mr. Robinson.”
This time his laughter sounded sincerer. “Tristen. No one, and I do mean no one, calls me Mr. Robinson.”
She nodded quickly. “I’m not afraid. We are coming up on dinner and I have things to see to.” She took a step back and he frowned as his hand dropped away from her bare skin. “If you would, please make sure you find your way towards the pavilion for your next smoke break.” She motioned. “There are signs leading you down the pathway.”
He smiled as he leaned back against the railing. “You’re a stickler for rules, aren’t you?”
“It’s my job.” She started to move away.
“How long have you been at it?” he broke in, stopping her from walking away. Another rule of the trade, never leave a guest who has questions.
“I’ve worked at East Haven for over nine years.”
He whistled. “That’s a long time. What’d you do? Start when you were fifteen?”
“Sixteen,” she supplied.
He whistled again, then straightened and moved towards her. “I’d like to hear more—”
Her
Two hours after the entire Robinson clan arrived, her head was splitting and she was wondering how she and the staff were going to make it through the rest of the weekend.
Sarah had called her twice already and even though she knew her friend only meant to help, she quickly switched off her phone so she wouldn’t be distracted again.
Her radio pipped in her ear so much she had to turn it down. For the next few hours, she handled every complaint. Beds were too hard, pillows too soft, rooms didn’t have the best view and had to be switched, luggage had been scuffed. And all this before most of the guests had even been checked in. She knew that it truly was going to be the weekend from hell.
Just before dinner, she ran into a group of men standing on the balcony smoking. There were several signs posted, leading the smokers away from the main building, but the group was clearly ignoring them. Deciding quickly how to best handle the situation, she walked over to the group.
“Beautiful evening isn’t it?” She leaned against the railing.
“It’s okay,” two of the men replied.
A tall blond man quickly flicked his cigarette out into the yard and she felt her back teeth clench as she made a mental note to pick up the butt. “Your name is Lilith?” he said as he leaned next to her and ran a finger over her nametag.
“Yes, I’m the general manager in charge. I hope you’re finding everything here at East Haven to your pleasing.”
The blond leaned closer. “I’m Tristen Robinson.”
The name was familiar, as was the face. But she didn’t let that affect her. The fact that he was one of the most eligible bachelors in New York meant little to her.
“Yes, it’s my job to know everyone here.” She smiled and decided to quickly get them to move towards the designated smoking area. “Have you discovered the pavilion yet? It’s our designated smoking area and the view of the ocean is spectacular from there.”
“No.” His hand reached out to brush her arm. She straightened. “I would be willing to show you gentlemen the area.” She waited.
“We were done anyway.” The other two flicked their cigarettes into the yard and she tried not to show her anger. Then they turned and left her alone with Tristen.
Instantly, she was rethinking her tactics and took a step back.
“So…” He leaned closer to her once more. “Why don’t you show me that spot.” His fingers trailed up her arm, causing her to shiver.
“I’d be happy to, but I just remembered—” She stopped when he laughed.
“Afraid to be left alone with me?” he teased, causing her chin to rise.
“Of course not, Mr. Robinson.”
This time his laughter sounded sincerer. “Tristen. No one, and I do mean no one, calls me Mr. Robinson.”
She nodded quickly. “I’m not afraid. We are coming up on dinner and I have things to see to.” She took a step back and he frowned as his hand dropped away from her bare skin. “If you would, please make sure you find your way towards the pavilion for your next smoke break.” She motioned. “There are signs leading you down the pathway.”
He smiled as he leaned back against the railing. “You’re a stickler for rules, aren’t you?”
“It’s my job.” She started to move away.
“How long have you been at it?” he broke in, stopping her from walking away. Another rule of the trade, never leave a guest who has questions.
“I’ve worked at East Haven for over nine years.”
He whistled. “That’s a long time. What’d you do? Start when you were fifteen?”
“Sixteen,” she supplied.
He whistled again, then straightened and moved towards her. “I’d like to hear more—”
Her
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