The Wrong Kind Of Guy

Chapter 2

The next day I lay awake in bed knowing that I had to go to work, but I just couldnt make myself move off the bed.
Mostly because of my encounters with Marc. He was nice the first time then weird the next. Bobby was right. Of course he was.
He probably knew him longer.
Sighing, I roll out of bed and head into the bathroom to get ready.
Once I was out the door and halfway through the lobby I glance at the receptionist desk to say hey to Bobby and freeze.
Marc was leaning across the counter talking to Bobby. His face contorted in annoyance as he spoke quietly to Bobby.
Bobby looked like he was very interested in what Marc had to say. A smile flitting across his features.
Bobby glanced over Marcs shoulder. Right at me and winked.
   I smiled.
Mouthing im sorry before hurrying out the hotel to my job.

   The wooden doors of the hotel welcomed me, along with a warm smile from Bobby, when I returned. I recalled the events from before and went over to talk to him.
   "Hey Bobby." His smile widened when I greeted him.
   "Hi Ana. How was work? You left awfully fast this morning so there must of been something exciting going on there." Now he was smirking. His eyes showed humor while I knew he was teasing me.
   "Very funny. You know exactly why I left so fast. Speaking of which, what were you two talking about?" I played with the pen latched onto the desk he seated himself behind while I spoke. Glancing between him and the chain.
   "Why are you so interested?" He proceeded.
   "Why are you still teasing me? You're not going to get much of a reaction, especially when we are talking about him. You yourself said that he was a jerk."
   He stared into my eyes deeply and I returned the act. Both of us trying to get the other to break. Knowing from past experiences, he wasn't going to last long.
   My theories proved correct when he sighed and said,
   "Fine. I guess i'm still hoping you're going to find someone. He's not my first choice for you but he has money and would take care of you."
I scoffed.
    "I don't need somebody to take care of me. You're getting off the subject. All I asked was what were you two talking about? Now come on, spill the beans!" I crossed my arms and tapped my foot impatiently.
   "Alright fine, but you probably won't believe me."
   "Try me."
   "He was asking about you."
"Ha!" Yeah right, like the rich, beautiful, most likely millionaire, was asking about me. He has only met me twice.
   "What did I say?" He shook his head in disappointment as I proved him right.
   "Alright, what about me did he want to know?" I asked, placing my arm on the desk and my chin in my hand.
   "Oh, the usual. What's her favorite color, is she into blondes, what's her social security number, does she like ice cream, what's her alarm code, what's her phone password, yada yada yada." He joked as he flipped through some papers on his desk. I laughed at him.
   "Be serious! Come on, I think I deserve to know why someone is asking about me."
   "I never said I know why! All he asked me was if you live alone." Bobby responded quickly. He smiled in amusement at my confusion.
   "That's a weird question to ask. What did you tell him?" A smirk crawled onto his face, and I knew whatever he said to Marc wasn't a serious answer.
   "I told him, "Well that depends on what you define 'living alone'. She often has a different man stay over every other night. Sometimes more than one!" And I then I winked at him."
   I slapped Bobby hard on the arm. He winced in pain and chuckled at me.
   "You did not!" I gasped at him. Of course he made me sound like a hoe to the man that I believe already doesn't like me!
   "I was hoping that would make him stop bothering but he didn't believe me and kept pestering until he got a serious answer. So, yeah, I told him you live alone." This didn't surprise me. Bobby is too nice to lie to someone.
   "Oh, ok. I wonder why he wanted to know though?" I tapped my chin in thought while Bobby nervously glanced behind me.
   "Well here is your chance to ask him."