Chapter 414

“Jesus Christ,” I grunted under my breath, shaking my head at what I’d just seen.

I looked around the main concourse, checking to see if any of the other staff around had spotted what I had, but no one else was doing the same thing so maybe they’d gotten away with it. I’d come back into the hotel from the staff parking lot, weaving through the back corridors and out into the main lobby, and had been crossing over towards the primary restaurant wing of the ground floor when I’d seen it.

Boobs.

Not just boobs, but big, beautiful boobs hanging out of a bikini top, a raucous big smile above them as Nikolina pulled on the tie of the man she was leading into the elevator. She must have just popped them out because no one in the vicinity was staring or whispering, and she was most of the way in the elevator already so there were only a couple of angles - mine being one of them - that would have spotted her.

I honestly didn’t care all that much if the Eastern European guest wanted to flash her goods around in semi-private. I didn’t even mind so much if she wanted to bring strange men up to the Angeloff suite and fuck their brains out.

What I cared about was that the man she’d been leading by his tie had been Travis, one of Ash’s Concierge team, still in uniform and possibly on shift. Now, there was a shift change at noon so maybe he was off the clock, but still - in uniform.

“Come on, man,” I grunted, shaking my head as I made the snap decision not to rat the guy out. He was making poor choices, but it was also tough for me to blame him. They were great tits, and she was very pretty and very forward. I did decide to mention it to Ada when I touched base to keep her updated on progress before I left for the day - I’d rather Nikolina’s exploits be focused on other guests than the staff if it could be helped.

I headed towards the restaurants and swiped my way into the back area. Cattie was right that I had to do something now, but there was no way I was going to kiss Dayana out of the blue. After the way things had been left earlier I couldn’t leave her hanging, though. Not for an entire weekend.

Because I still wasn’t sure what I actually wanted.

My life at the moment, other than work stress, was pretty fucking blessed. Almost disgustingly so. A decent place to live, a gorgeous fiancee who was actively trying to make our relationship be the best it could be, a small group of close friends and a wider range of friendly contacts. Our health. My family was all good. I was in a relationship with seven additional women, six of whom I’d already had sex with and we couldn’t get enough of each other and the last who was sweet as pie and just taking things slow.

The difference between eight and nine partners wouldn’t really be that much, in all honesty. Going from one to two? That was a doubling. Eight to nine was adding one-eighth more.

“Yeah, because that’s the way to think about it,” I muttered to myself under my breath as I wove around a stack of milk crates filled with onions. The back corridor was busy since the lunch rush was on, line cooks darting into the hall to grab recently-delivered ingredients, or across into the storage rooms for whatever equipment was needed for their work.

No one deserved to be thought of as a statistic like that, especially not Dayana.