Wanting and Having

One: Out of the Icebox

~Charlotte PoV~

Mack had been hinting at me to go to the restroom with her since we finished our second round of drinks while shooting pool. I was unsurprised to find her mouth moving down my throat - or her hand sliding up my skirt and between my thighs - as we slammed our bodies into the stall of the only bathroom at the Glacier Inn and Taproom. This was my favorite way to spend a stormy night as the ski resort staff accommodations manager. Tangled up with one of my colleagues.

The snowstorm had really come down the Valley tonight in force, the staff of the mountain lodge had trudged over to the Taproom locals frequented in our snowshoes to avoid getting stuck, we could always grab a room upstairs if we got too messy to head back gear up and head back to the lodge.

It was heady being with Mack, she was tall, muscular, athletic - elite in every sense of the word. She knew what she wanted, to hear me moan her name as she had me, and finished me right here pinned to the wall of this bathroom stall. Mack generally gets what Mack wants, and I was fucked and finished off just in time to stumble out of the bathroom and right into a frenzy.

Leaving the bathroom, expecting to see the usual suspects and their knowing smiles, I was taken aback by a crew of 10 or so tourists who seemed to have arrived in town, seeking lodging for the night as the highway had closed due to the snow and wind conditions.

I was heading back over to our pool table, overhearing the complaints of the new arrivals in Korean, when a clear men's voice asked his companions to quiet down while he arranged a place to stay. I smiled and headed to the bar, stationing myself between the international travelers and my colleague Geoff who manages hospitality for our premier guests at The Lodge. He visibly balked as Chase, the manager of the Inn explained about the lack of rooms for the unexpected guests, me knowing full-well it's due to my staff booking into party tonight.

As I grabbed a drink and rounded on the company of men, all between 25 and 40, I lept to action trying to avoid Geoff openly admonishing Chase for turning people down. I hopped onto the bench next to the bar and whistled loudly.

"Okay folks, let's make this easy on the folks that just arrived and have all the Lodge Staff pack up and head back to the Staff Accommodations for tonight. I'll take the tab out of my recreation fund if I don't have to hear you all complain while you go.

Chase will refund us for the rooms we booked tonight later, sound good?"

There was a murmur of agreement, to which I follow, " Geoff will get my keys to the closed party space on the main level, you can use it tonight, but I expect it cleaned by tomorrow night," which gets more enthusiasm and people pack up and head toward the coat room.

I jump off the bench, noticing as the usual suspects head out, that Chase is looking at me as though he could kiss me for doing him a solid, and having our history, he just might. Handing off my keys wordlessly to Geoff, I make my way to the desk where a tall, warm and thoughtful seeming man is making arrangements for getting his companions settled.

"Annyeong!," eliciting a look of surprise, teaching English in Seoul just paid off more than my student loans with their reaction, " I heard you speaking English, but I wanted to offer you some assistance if need be."

The look in the tall man's eyes was a flicker of relief and curiosity, he crooked his head to one side and smiled, his smirk lighting up his deep brown eyes, rimmed in flattering spectacles. I continued on...

"I'm Charlotte, or Char. Is there anything I can do to help your companions get settled?"

Looking from the smirking man to Chase the Inn manager, and back I have the distinct feeling of being looked over by the eyes around me, and as I square my shoulders and look up at the man seemingly leading the rest, I catch the end of his once over at the state of me.

Gazing into a mirror behind the counter, I see the state of myself, disheveled as much as anyone who'd only moments before, walked out of a hookup in a public restroom. My hair was bigger than usual, makeup mashed in a suggestive pattern I hadn't fully rectified before coming out, my sweater was off the shoulder with a smear of Macks gloss peaking from my collar bone, and my plaid skirt, torn fishnets, and ballet leggings added to the image of a woman so ballsy and confident as to dismiss an entire room full of people out into a storm for the sake of strangers.

"Wow!" The response fell out of his mouth before he could catch himself, he recovered quickly with " I mean, you speak Korean? I MEAN, I'm Kim Namjoon, thank you for helping me and my crew out with getting rooms tonight." As he spoke he composed himself, " We don't have cell service and the roads are closed. How did you get everyone to leave? Charm? Is that your name? Charm?"

I laugh, I'd never heard someone call me Charm before, and I spent two years teaching in Korea. Usually, it was Ms. Powell-nim, come to think of it I don't think I was on a first-name basis with anyone there... hmmm...

"It's Char-Lotte, but if you want to call me Charm I won't stop you!" I laughed again, this time I turned the flirt on, as realization hit his face and he responded in kind. "I'm a Manager at the Pine Grove Lodge and Resort, I know where they sleep, so they tend to listen." I was joking and he seemed to catch my drift. "Should I call you Mr. Kim or do you prefer Namjoon?" I was definitely being overly familiar, and for a second I had almost forgotten the audience, OH SHIIIII the rest of them...
I quickly repeated the introduction, politely bowing at the chin, only to look up and see 6 more of the most stunning faces I've ever seen on this green earth.

This might be a memorable night.