“Are my hands cold?” He said almost defensively, he let go and rubbed them together.
“No, not all, they are fine.” I giggled, more than fine, if anything his touch burned me. He resumed zipping the dress up then placed both his hands on my shoulders and spun me around.
“There, you look very much the part for Concierge Attendant.”
“Let me ask you Mr Clark, do you give this much attention to all of your staff?”
“No Ms Summers, only the ones that share their drinks with me.” He walked out of my room and into his own, he was very playful and left me feeling somewhat naughty. Smiling I picked up my soiled clothes and stepped out after him. Talk about brazen, so brazen in fact he had left his curtain partly open, I couldn’t help but squint so that I could see him. Oh Shit, he is magnificent. I could only see his back and that was enough to make me blush and fumble with my clothes. What am I doing? Stop it Alexis you dirty little perve. I sat patiently on the sofa in the middle of the change area, Clarissa returned just as Bryce came out of his room.
“Mr Clark I expect you are happy with the fit?”
“As always Clarissa thank you, would you mind taking our clothes to the dry cleaners and have them delivered to my room later today?”
“Certainly Mr Clark.” She took our damp clothes and headed out.
“After you Ms Summers,” Bryce nodded towards the door, we walked out of Versace and I looked at my watch, it was 10.30am. Oh crap, I was an hour and a half late. How was I going to explain this?
“Come along Ms Summers, I will need to explain your tardiness.” Tardiness, what are we back at school? He really was quite cute.
Standing at the front desk was an immaculate looking young man.
“Good morning Mr Clark, how may I assist you today Sir?”
“Where is Abigail, Charlie?”
“Just a moment Sir and I’ll track her down for you.” Charlie flittered along the large desk to his computer and started typing away.
“She’s in Conference Room 3 Sir, is there anything else I can help you with?” Charlie raised his eyebrow and gave me a kind but curious look.
“No that will be all thank you. Oh by the way Charlie, have you met Alexis Summer? She will be training as Concierge Attendant. Charlie’s smile grew wide.
“Alexis, it’s a pleasure I look forward to working with you.” He seemed very genuine and I could see we would get along very well.
“Nice to meet you too Charlie, hopefully we get some time later to get better acquainted.”
“Yes hopefully Alexis. Mr Clark would you like me to escort Alexis to Conference Room 3?”
“No Charlie, I will take her there myself.” I blushed bright red, I felt like a school girl being escorted to the Principal’s office. Charlie nodded and in turning to answer the phone smiled at me curiously.
Mr Clark walked me to the elevators and we waited awkwardly, we kept glancing sideways at each other and smiling politely. The elevator doors opened and guests disembarked, Bryce politely gestured me to enter before him, he pushed the button to level 5.
“Thank you Mr Clark, I’m terribly sorry for all this.” He glanced at me again with that ‘smirk’, the ‘smirk’ that made me feel like a naughty child.
“I remember my first day Ms Summers, it wasn’t as action packed as yours but it was nerve racking nonetheless.” I couldn’t imagine this handsome, perfectly dressed, extremely confident man ever being nervous about anything, he oozed confidence and self-preservation.
We reached the 5th floor and he led me along a corridor to Conference Room 3 and knocked gently, a short, middle aged lady answered the door.
“Mr Clark is everything alright?”
“Yes Abigail, sorry to interrupt but I believe you are missing a Ms Summers from your Concierge Attendants briefing this morning? I bumped into Ms Summers and unfortunately spilt my coffee all over her, so of course I had to see she was well looked after and delivered to you.” I gasped and looked at him shocked.
“Abigail this is Alexis Summers, Ms Summers, Abigail Maroney.” Abigail gave me a strange look then smiled and thanked Mr Clark.
“Come in Alexis and take a seat.” She turned and headed for the large oval desk in the centre of the room.
“It was a pleasure meeting you today Mr Clark,” and in a whispered voice I added.
“Again I’m so sorry.”
“Aahhhhh Ms Summers the pleasure has been all mine.” He stepped backward and nodded whilst giving me ‘that smirk’.
“Oh Mr Clark, by the way it’s Mrs, not Ms.” Putting two fingers to his lips he winked and turned.
“I know.” He called behind him and then he was gone.