red velvet room (m.j.)

Chapter VIII

A/N: Hey I'm back! Just quickly uploading this cuz I haven't in so long hehe. Enjoy - Alex xoxo

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"It's just a phase. Do not worry."

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Hours after Samantha's confronting departure from Michael's stranded hotel, her innermost thoughts and emotions still remained on the events of the night before and that morning as she stared blankly at the computer monitor that sat inanimately before her on her new reception desk.

Every new minute that has passed, Samantha brings herself back to how Michael's kisses made her feel more alive. His skillful fingers rubbing her to perfection. The satisfaction intense for Samantha to basically scream out in delight. Oh, they nearly did it. Thinking about how close they really were made Samantha somewhat mad and frustrated.

In Samantha's new internship, Sascha Curtis has assigned her there to get her started on this internship job that was worked hard for to get eventually. Miss Grigio, at this very moment, should be smiling wide and proud of her new step up leading up to her dream job as a manager, managing her own successful hotel business like Curtis. But instead, she was emotionless, a drop dead zombie without any of the gross decay falling out of her body. Just nothing but a blank face.

"Hey. Sam, right?" A voice captured Samantha's attention and she turned her head to a young red head calling for her. She seemed incredibly friendly, and harmless to Samantha.

"Hey," that person called Sam once more with so much bubbliness in her simple greeting, "I thought that since no one's coming to us for the past hour, it will be kind of rude to not introduce myself."

Samantha offered a friendly smile at her new co-worker. "Sure thing, go ahead."

"Alright," she spoke happily with her green-blue eyes brightening at the lovely thought. She then glanced back over at the lobby in case a customer was coming over, when in fact there wasn't. So she continued in a whisper, "My name is Doreen."

"Samantha," she whispered back, fighting back a childish giggle. "Is it usually this quiet down here?"

"Yeah," she answered like it was obvious, "not a lot of people can afford the rooms anyway. We are considered one of the highest class hotels in the city."

"I could see that," Samantha murmured with her chin lifted in the air to have a quick glance at the artwork the Aces Hotel have on the ceiling. One of that reminds any customer of a Michaelangelo painting. "The hotel itself looks like it belonged to royalty."

"How funny, this place is just the opposite of how you described it," Doreen informed Samantha. "And don't worry, it's not the customers that get to be treated like peasants, it's the people who work in it."

Samantha's head dropped upon hearing this confirmation about the man behind the business. Reminded of the negative aspects of this person, Samantha felt guilty that these people were treated poorly while she got to be treated like a princess by Curtis. A new reason why Samantha shouldn't trust Curtis. A reason why Michael was right about him, that he only uses people to get what he want.

"Anyway, I remember seeing you here before. With the guy who owns the Red Velvet Hotel?" Doreen beamed as she recalled the morning Samantha first step foot in the hotel.

"You know who Michael is?" Samantha asked Doreen with eyes of curiosity.

"Anyone who works here knows who Michael Jackson is. It's almost like a crime if you don't. Otherwise..."