Chased By Suits #Wattys2016- Book I

Little Red Coat

^this is the coat baldie picked up in the previous chapter.

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~The next day~

Fek.

I was, again, freezing.

Even though I woke up early (more like, couldn't sleep) and got the best parking spot, I'm still freezing as I don't have a warm coat to wear anymore.

Wonder whose fault that is. I think to myself, thoughts coated with sarcasm, remembering the events last night.

Most probably my fault as I was the one that used it as a rug...

But those are minor details.

I really liked that coat though.

It was red and it was the shape of a dress and it made me feel like a little princess whenever I wore it and now it's gone forever and I feel like crying.

I enter the restaurant and go straight for the staff room to get changed into our uniform, which I strangely loved, as it was really comfortable and the design didn't make me want to run to the closest bathroom and cry.

I  worked as a waitress in a hotel restaurant and occasionally as a concierge in the actual hotel.

I was let go from my last job as the firm I was working for suddenly went bankrupt because the CEO had collected way too much debt and he decided his only option was to terminate the firm ....and this job was the only one I could get, but I like it here, so I won't complain.

Overqualified, but happy.

Fortunately, I went about my business without incident and went into the recreation room for my long awaited break. My mind , as soon as it had nothing to do, replayed the events from last night and drove me insane with questions.

I felt an arm sneak its way around my waist and heard the most annoying voice humanity has ever known.

"So... Did you think about those drinks we talked about yesterday?"

Tom.

Tom is my coworker and has been trying to flirt with me for over a year now and even if I told him repeatedly that I'm not interested in a relationship with him, he keeps saying I'm just playing hard to get or something of the sort and keeps trying.

My hands peeled his hand from around my waist and I turned towards him, taking a couple of steps back as this man knew nothing regarding personal space.

"I did think about it and I think the answer will remain the same : no. I'm extremely tired, didn't get a wink of sleep last night and-"

"Couldn't sleep thinking of me?" he cut me off, leaning on the wall, trying to look seductive.

I exasperatedly roll my eyes and lift my hands in the air in an I'm-done-with-your-bullshit gesture , turning away.

After seeing the Greek god in person yesterday, Tom seems even less attractive now.

I wonder if he's ok.

I hope he got those damn stitches.

My thoughts halted and I was pulled back to reality as Jeremy called me from across the room as he entered, walking towards me with a giddy smile on his face.

Jeremy is my boss and the owner of the hotel and restaurant I work in.

He often drops by to see how things are going and to gossip with me on my breaks.

I make his usual coffee and my tea and take  them to our usual table in the corner of the room, where we have clear view of the customer entrance just in case I need to get back to work.

Jeremy walked to me with his now big goofy smile and took me into the usual bear hug and then hurried me to my seat, impatient.

He must be having a shit load of gossip to share today.

"I have so much to tell you. So I met Olivia today, the receptionist, and she told me the strangest thing." he started excitedly, gesturing with his hands.

"Did some jealous wife find her cheating husband in one of our rooms again?" I ask with a sly smile , leaning back and taking a sip of my tea, half interested in what he was about to say.

"Even better. A man is looking for a girl here. He doesn't know her name or how she looks like, but has her coat and wishes to give it back. A love story is unfolding in my hotel!" he exclaimed like a little boy on Christmas day, gesturing wildly with his hands,almost pushing his mug off the table.

I paused and immediately looked at the entrance through the one way mirror glass, searching for the pretty man from back then.

Fek.

"It's like Cinderella all over again! A coat in place of the glass slipper and a late night encounter in place of the ball! I wish a man would chase after me like that..." he said dreamily, leaning his chin on his palm, looking into the distance, fantasising about his Prince on a white stallion.

Like Cinderella.

Yeah.

Just that he might want to kill me to keep my mouth shut.

Or something~.

"And how did this man look? Was he handsome?" I know for sure that he was the most beautiful creature I've seen in real life, but I need to know for sure.

"He wasn't all that cute, I'm not really into the shaved head thing,but if he grew his hair out, he'd be the bomb. " he said, flicking his wrist sassily.

He sent the mercenary looking guy out. He might really want to kill me.

Or at least sell me off to some brothel.

I shivered at the thought and picked my cup again, holding it with both hands to warm them and pulled a foot under me, to get more comfortable.

I shall just squeeze as much information as I can out of Jeremy now.

"And how does he know she's in this hotel? He said she didn't tell him her name or something."

"She had some sugar packets and matches with our logo on them and he decided to try it out I guess. I don't remember clearly." he said, gulping his coffee, his face crunching in thought.

He has that thing when he can't just savour his drinks, he just gulps it down whatever it is.

"It's quite rare for you to forget details of your little scoops" I say, giggling a little, looking at the entrance once more, beginning to feel on edge.

"True, but I was busy. " he pouts, running a hand through his hair.

"Wanna know something even more amazing than your story?" I say, deciding to tell him what happened yesterday, but without the details.

"What?" he said, getting interested.

"You can't tell a soul. Not even Satchmo." I say, suddenly serious.

"C'mon, Satchmo's a dog! Who is he gonna spill to? The mailman?" he said sarcastically, raising a perfectly shaped eyebrow.

"I'm dead serious." I said almost glaring at my friend, not letting my voice falter.

"Ok. Ok. You have my word"

I sighed, relieved and relaxed a bit more into my seat.

"That guy might be looking for me."

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