Vegas Hotel: The Female Bellhop

Chapter 13 - Two Daughters Wanting Independence

The uniform came home with me, and thankfully, no one was home. I didn't want to have to worry about explaining why I was in tears. I went to my room, laid down the garment bag on my bed then went straight to the shower. Brenda changed and went down for a nap, which I wanted to do after this.

My pale skin was pink from how hot I had the shower, and tears were still flowing. I hung up the uniform in my closet, then I climbed into bed as Brenda was snoring. We both were tired from lack of sleep, but I had something added.

I didn't want to think about it. I drifted off in minutes, and I dreamt of Elvis and those eyes, that adorable crooked smile, that luscious black hair that always looked amazing, his soft lips touching my jaw... I turned my head and responded to him, but...

Voices woke me up, and I noticed that the room had dimming light. My body feeling like lead, I sat up and yawned. I saw the clock on my nightstand. 7:13. I was out for four hours. I looked over and saw Brenda sitting up in her cot, and she looked over at me. "Hey, sweetie... Wow, how long were we out?"

"Four hours about. If Gena's talking out there didn't wake us up, we would be sleeping until eight."

"It's about time we get up, anyway. I digested all that amazing food from the hotel, so I'm starving. Smells like your mom made meatloaf."

We both got out of our beds and went out to where everyone was. They were sitting in the living room, and Dad had out the paper, Mom was doing a needlepoint, and Gena was lying on the other sofa reading a magazine. She saw us first and sat up. "Hey, sleepyheads!"

Mom and Dad looked over, and Mom gave us a smile as Brenda rubbed her eyes. "Well, welcome back to the land of the living, girls. I think we all were pretty bushed today. Gena took a nap but only slept an hour."

"I can't sleep well during the day," she defended. "I'm jealous of you both. You were dead to the world for a few hours."

"And speaking of that, we're starving," said Brenda. "What was cooking?"

"Meatloaf with steamed vegetables and strawberry cobbler. Help yourself, girls. Everything's in the fridge."

Brenda took my arm and dragged me to the kitchen, and I gave Gena a worried look that she definitely saw. She went on in after us, and she sat with us at the table as we ate our dinner. I hadn't realized how famished I was. Gena chuckled as Brenda and I scarfed down the savory food, and we finally slowed down with the cobbler, which was fantastic.

"So... what's going on, now that you're able to talk?" Gena asked, amused. "I know that both of you were at the hotel today, and I know that you saw Elvis again since you got your new uniform from him."

"From his jumpsuit designer," I corrected. "And, yes, we all went to his suite so I could try it on, and it fits like a glove. I'll show you it later, I..." That kiss came back to my head. "There's something I need to tell you, and you have to not scream or be loud about it, okay?"

She leaned in, curious, and asked in a whisper, "What happened?"

So, I told her what happened last night and what happened in Elvis's suite, which Brenda knew since I told her on the way back. Gena furrowed her brows. "And you said no? You're crazy, Amelia! You kiss him, and then you say no to him when he asks you to be in a relationship with him? That doesn't make any sense!"

She was whispering all this so our parents wouldn't hear, and I did likewise. "I know, and I wanted to accept, but... I don't want Mom and Dad to dislike Elvis. They were fine with him when he was over, but they saw him kiss all those women at the show. Their opinion of him changed after that. And he's older and famous. If they find this out..."