When the Bad Boy Wanted Me

*Chapter 1*

I had thought summer was supposed to be fun, where you could sleep in everyday and go to the beach with your friends. But no, I was at my family's hotel cleaning. At this very moment I was in one of the suites watching t.v. On the flat screen, when I was supposed to be cleaning up... Stuff I do not want to say. I was into a very good episode of Emily Owens M.D. When I heard a slight knock on the door and heard it open, at first I thought it was one of my parents so I rushed to turn off the t.v. And get my cleaning bucket from the floor and start cleaning the mess that was made last night.. Or this morning. But it was just James, I go to school with him and have some classes together, he needed a job and at that time no one was hiring but my parents and so he was hired and he is supposed to "help" me.

"I heard the t.v. On and I, um, knew you were in here cleaning and, um, I thought I would ask if you needed any, um, help." James told me nervously.

James was as people would call him, a nerd. He was a straight 'A' student, and when it came to girls he really didn't know what to say. It's better with me because we spend our whole day together cleaning, but it's still rare for him to even say a sentence without saying 'um'. My parents thought he would be a good influence on me, and that if I spent every day with him I might change my ways. That's why I was also made to work at the hotel this summer so I wouldn't be so much of a delinquent as my parents called me.

"You can help if you want to, I mean I don't care, just try not to smell it" I said as nicely as I could.

"Yeah the lady that has this room, she ordered a bunch of alcoholic drinks and brought in some men to do things with her. She seems like the type that likes to party." He said with such an innocent mind.

"James, why can't you just say booze instead of alcoholic drinks its so much easier, and the men were jigglos quite obvious." I replied.

"It sounds worse, and I don't like using those words. Now, can we start cleaning?"

"Be my guest, I could care less. But in time your going to have to say those words, your not going to be able to go throughout your life saying the innocent ones." And at that we started cleaning the subject done.

It didn't take long for the mess to be cleaned up, we also had to fix up a couple other things in her room. I only have to work at the hotel for six hours, my "job" here at six so I usually get to leave at 12, it may seem like an ok job, but the thing is I don't get paid. Yup, I know you would think my own pants would pay me. Nope. So I had to get a second job, my parents don't give me any money so of course I had to get a second job. So, I work at the bar. My parents wouldn't pay me and the only other job offer was working at the bar, so I took it. How else am I supposed to get money to pay for things? My parents weren't too happy when they found out I was a waiter at a bar where you had to wear the shortest shorts on the planet and a tank top that was tight and low cute to show off my size D boobs. I told them I would quit if they started paying me for working at the hotel, but they said they wouldn't pay me so I kept the job. It has it's advantages I get to meet some hotties.

I was at the front desk because it was my shift to work it when a couple came in. Not the young cute in love, but the middle-aged cheesy kind where they do the most ridiculous things and say some weird crap. I was so hoping they had walked through the wrong doors and would leave thinking "no this isn't the restaurant we booked." But of course they didn't leave, no they came up to the desk where I was working. It was one of those "FML" moments.

"Helloooo! Is this the Marriott?" The woman asked a little too excitedly for my taste.

"Yeah. You booked here or hoping we have a room for people like you who don't give a shit about booking but hope there is a room left?" I know it's my family's hotel and you are supposed to be really nice to customers but I hope with my attitude they will go somewhere's else.