Maid in Seattle [Elvis]

Chapter 5 - Friends? With Elvis Presley?

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I did something about it, as Joan said I should. I did something about my feelings towards Amy. Now, what did she think about it? The surprised look on her face after she read it was enough of a hint.

The Colonel didn't know the real reason why I wanted to make an appearance to the hotel staff, at least he never questioned it. I simply asked him if I could go down and talk with the staff and boost their morale a bit. While I wanted to do that, I also wanted to see Amy and those cute slanted brown eyes of hers and her pretty face.

She obviously knew what I meant when I said that I hoped I could see her more often. What other meaning would there be? Was it a mistake to tell her that? She didn't seem like the type of person who would gloat about a star having feelings for her. But then again, I didn't know her at all, other than she was Korean, she worked at a hotel, and her best friend was a gal named Carry Snow.

Yes, maybe writing her that note wasn't a good idea. I couldn't do anything about it now.

"Well, that was quite interesting," the Colonel commented as we left the employee area and made our way down a hallway to the lobby where I knew people would be waiting for an autograph, a picture and a little interview. "It's so like you to do something like that."

"There's nothin' wrong with it. A lot of the time, the staff in hotels are over-looked, but really, they make hotels livable for all who are guests. I'm very grateful towards 'em, since I've been in my fair share of hotels in the past, as you well-know. The most recent being in that small town north of Portland, Oregon."

"Yes, don't remind me. I wanted to get out of there as soon as possible."

"And that's why the place was left a mess. I feel bad for the people who had to clean it all up. Now people will think I'm a slob or somethin'."

"You think too much about things. The staff is there to clean – it's their job. And it's only that. Nothing else. They are not to get tangled with the guests."

I knew very well what he meant. He was a smart man – he knew what I was up to back there. I figured. A lot of the time, he could see right through me, just like my momma and Daddy could do. The Colonel was around my parents' age, yet he seemed like a strict older brother. "Okay, okay, you caught me. I wanted to see 'er again."

"You more than just saw her, Elvis. You gave her a piece of paper that I'm sure had a lot more than just your autograph on it. What did you write to her?"

He was my manager, so I couldn't hide things from him. "I only told her that it was great seein' 'er again, and I hope that it happens more often."

He grabbed my arm, and he stopped. I saw that his blue-gray eyes went wide, and I saw them flame. "What? Elvis, are you out of your mind?"

"Yeah, yeah, I realized when it was too late that it was a stupid thing to do, but there's nothin' you or I can do about it now."

He let go of me and ran a hand down his face. "I never should have agreed to let you see those people. Now that girl's going to blab to everyone that the most famous person on this planet is interested in her."

"She doesn't seem like the type of person who would boast."

"Any girl would, Elvis." He planted his hands on his hips and huffed. "Well, as you said, there's nothing we can do about it now. Come what may."

"And love it," I added.

"That's a tall order."

I chuckled. "Let's go, okay? On to another day."