Big Daddy Sinatra: There Was a Ruthless Man(43)
Charles snuggled her closer against him. And he frowned. “Nothing like you,” he said, and kissed her on the side of her face. And he meant what he said. “There’s no way I would have left New York in the middle of negotiations if all you meant to me was what you could give to me in bed. No way.”
Then he exhaled. “Get some sleep,” he ordered her. “We’ve both had a long day.”
Jenay closed her eyes more than happy to sleep. It had been a long day, alright, he was right about that. But it had also turned out to be a magnificent night.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
He was still asleep. After she’d gotten up, showered and dressed, he was still asleep. He’d already told her he was not a morning person, and rarely got up before nine. But it was nearly ten. And he was still fast asleep.
She thought he would want to go downstairs with her, to get Miss Beatrice Moynihan and the rest of his employees straight, but she couldn’t wait any longer. As she looked at him snore, she knew he was too tired and was sleeping too peacefully for her to even consider waking him up and disturbing his rest.
She went downstairs. To the tiny office that Beatrice had decided would be hers. She grabbed the files she had been reviewing yesterday afternoon, and headed for the office that had to be hers: Beatrice’s office. Not because she was on any power trip. She wasn’t. But she was the GM. If she expected the staff, from Beatrice on down, to respect her as GM, she knew she had to become the boss. Charles was her boss, and she was theirs. The one thing she already figured about Charles: he didn’t play. If he made her the general manager, he expected her to act like the GM.
Megan was filing in Beatrice’s office when Jenay walked in.
“Where’s Miss Moynihan?” she asked.
“She hasn’t made it in yet, ma’am.”
“She hasn’t?” This news surprised Jenay. “What time is she usually here?”
“Whenever she gets here,” Megan responded.
Jenay looked at her. “You mean she had no set schedule? She comes in whenever she feels like it?”
“Pretty much. Yes ma’am.”
Jenay couldn’t believe it.
“Do you need to use her office, ma’am?” Megan asked her.
“I do, yes,” Jenay responded. “If it’s not a great inconvenience for you.”
“Not at all,” Megan said. “I can finish filing anytime.” She began grabbing her files. “I heard Big Daddy was back in town and was coming over today anyway. If I were you,” she warned Jenay, “I’d stay out of his way when he shows up. I know I always do.”
“And who’s Big Daddy?” Jenay asked as she sat behind Beatrice desk and made space for the records she had to review.
“Mr. Sinatra,” Megan said, and Jenay, who had been only mildly paying attention, looked at her. “He’s the man who owns Jericho Inn.”
Jenay stared at Megan. “They call Charles Sinatra Big Daddy?”
“Yes, ma’am. I thought you knew.”
“But why?”
“I’m not entirely sure,” Megan mused. “Maybe it’s because he has all those hunky sons.”
“So his children mainly call him that?”
“No,” Megan quickly said. “They don’t call him that at all. They seem to hate the name. It’s the people around town who calls him that. But I don’t think it’s a term of endearment or anything like that.”
“Why not?”
Megan smiled. “Because! He can be so . . . I don’t know. He’s kind of mean. But I can’t let Miss Beatrice hear me saying that. And she hates when I call him Big Daddy behind his back. She hates the term too. But mainly because she doesn’t feel he’s a good enough man to deserve a nickname of any kind.”
“I see,” Jenay responded, unsure how to process such information.
“I’ll be in the break room if you need me,” Megan said, as she began leaving.
“Oh, and Meg,” Jenay said.
Megan looked at her. “Yes, ma’am?”
“Let me know when Miss Moynihan arrives.”
“Sure thing,” Megan said, and left.
It would be another hour, but Megan did what she was told and notified Jenay as soon as Beatrice arrived.
“She’s at the front desk,” Megan said.
Jenay immediately left the financial records she were reviewing and made her way to the front desk. Beatrice was preparing herself a cup of coffee.
As Jenay walked over to her, Charles stepped off of the elevator and entered the front desk area too. He was pleased to know that neither one saw him. So he didn’t announce himself, and stood back.