Identical (COMPLETED)

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

He comes back today. I'm dreading going to work, but I know I have no choice. I reluctantly get out of my bed and walk into the small bathroom. The hotel room may not be big and luxurious, but it's perfect for me. It's one room, my bed on the far side with a flat screen television on the wall in front of it, and a small kitchenette on the other side with a bar and bar stools, and a small bathroom attached in the middle. It looks like any ordinary hotel room, but when Mr. Townes designed this floor, he kept in mind that he wanted it to be for his employees who needed a living space. That is why they have a kitchen attached, like some of the more upgraded rooms here.

I look at my reflection in the mirror and sigh. I had dark bags under my hazel eyes. I haven't really had a proper night's sleep since that night. I lie awake after the nightmares hit. My face looked unusually pale, I mean I've always been pale, but I look drained of life. Maybe I have been...

I toss my long blonde hair into a neat ponytail and apply enough make-up to hide the fact that I look like a zombie. I go back to my dresser and sift through my clothes. We don't have uniforms, just a dress code. We have to stick to the hotel colors of black, white, and red and of course dress professionally: skirts, dress pants, blouses, dresses, and suits.

When I'm done getting ready I make myself coffee and head out to the elevators. When I get there, there is already someone waiting for it. It was a tall, muscular looking man who looked familiar, but not someone I've seen down here. I know all the employees who live on this floor.

Suddenly he turns and I gasp loudly. My heart starts racing and I halt mid-step. That is until he smiles widely at me and greets me with a, "Good morning Blondie, fancy meeting you here!"

Blondie. Who knew that stupid nickname would actually calm my racing heart?

"Trent?" I ask cautiously, just to be sure.

His green eyes shine with amusement as he lets out a laugh. "Should I start wearing a nametag around you, so you know it's me?"

I can't help the giggle the escapes my lips. Trent's eyes brighten at the sound, looking pleased with himself for getting that reaction out of me.

TRENT'S POV

Her giggle caused a warm, unfamiliar feeling to spread through my chest. I wanted her to make that sound more often. I need to stop having thoughts like this.

Get yourself together Trent, you just met this girl yesterday.

"That would probably be helpful," she jokes and I smile widely seeing that she's slowly growing comfortable around me.

"Consider it done," I wink and she shakes her head, trying to hide her blush.

"What are you doing down here?" She asks as we get inside the elevator.

I roll my eyes thinking about my conversation with my dad last night. He insisted he needed to make sure I was actually serious about working here, so until he knows I am, I was to be treated like any other employee here.

"I've got to prove to my dad, that I deserve to have a suite like he and my brother have. Until he knows I'm serious about this, I'm just an average-joe employee like you," I tease.

She rolls her eyes at me, but I can see amusement in her big golden eyes that are slowly taking over my head. "So what? You're going to be taking guests' bags to their rooms? Clean their toilets?" She asks jokingly.

I laugh. "Actually yes, my dad wants me to get to know every aspect of this hotel. He wants me to have the same relationship with his staff that he does and he says the only way to do so, is to get to know them, get to know what they spend their days doing," I explain.