Hotel Liasion

by JLee Meyer

  “My name is Sika, and I’m happy to meet you, Jocelyn. We never met when you and Denny played basketball together, but I saw you play very well at the games I could attend.”

  “Just call me Jock, please. Denny always talked about her mama, but I had no idea how lovely you were…are.”

  A snort from the woman who had been glaring at her made all of them turn.

  Jock had never been one for diplomacy. “Have we met? You look like you want to shoot me.”

  Bristling, the woman retorted, “Can we just get down to business? This useless chitchat is costing us time and money. We got your bid for the renovation work. We’ve called your references. Why are you cheaper than the others? We will check constantly that you are paying your subcontractors and using the materials we want. You cannot cut corners.”

  Her pretty face seemed set in stone. And it, too, was a face she’d seen before. But where? Jock mentally shrugged, hoping that if she got the job she wouldn’t have to work with this woman very much. Maybe Denny could handle liaison.

  “My bid is a fair one. I haven’t padded the crap out of it, that’s all,” Jock said without annoyance. She was used to having to explain that she preferred not to rip off her clients. “I have an all-woman crew and we don’t stand around and smoke and try to supervise each other. We earn our money by the project, not the hour. And if you’ll read the entire bid, if we finish early we get a bonus, prorated for how far ahead of deadline we finish. The bonus is where most of the profit is.”

  Jock watched as the woman seemed to reread the last two paragraphs of the bid in front of her on her desk. She was kind of cute in her large white shirt covering what Jock suspected was a nice chest. And Jock was pretty sure her lips would be full and sensual if she ever unpursed them. She had a sprinkle of freckles over her cheeks and nose. A very attractive package, all told. She ran a slender finger over the document and demanded, “Define ‘finished.’”

  Lusty musings dissolved and Jock sighed in frustration. “Finished, as in passing the building inspection. Satisfied?” She was getting sick of the attitude. “Look, if you don’t want to do this, just let me go back to work.” Enough of this bullshit.

  The woman stood, revealing a smashing figure, jeans hugging wonderful curves, and full breasts under her loose-fitting shirt. “When can you start? We need it right away, yesterday.”

  She was a lot shorter than Denny or her mother, or Jock, who came in at 6’2”. Shorter. “Stumpy? Is that you? Stef the Stump. You look great.” The words were out before she could stop them. Seeing those drown-in-them eyes narrow dangerously told Jock that not only was she correct, she’d just discovered why the woman was so hostile. Uh-oh. “I mean, Stefanie, I didn’t recognize you. You look…different.”

  Digging a hole, that was her specialty. The more attractive the woman, the deeper the hole. Why not bury herself completely? She was thankful when Denny interrupted.

  “Okay, that’s decided. When can you start, Jock? We can have the contract ready in a day. We really need to get going because our other contractor…didn’t work out.”

  Jock shook her head and said, “Yeah, I heard. I didn’t know it was you, though. We just hear according to address, ya know?” She thought better of telling them that Kevin was a known screwup. It just didn’t seem like the time.

  Stefanie’s voice cut like a knife. “When. Can. You. Start?”

  “I can come by tomorrow and sign the contract. I’ll do an inventory of what you have and what you need and we can start next week if we have enough to work with. Will that work?”

  Stefanie seemed to relax her hostile glare a bit. “Yes. Come tomorrow at four o’clock and the contract will be ready. See you then.”

  Dismissed, Jock had the urge to turn down the job because Stumpy was being such a bitch. But it was good work and the building had a lot of potential. Her crew would finish the other job soon and they could take a long weekend. She needed to keep them busy because they were all good at what they did and other contractors would hire them away from her in a minute.

  “See you tomorrow. Nice to meet you, Sika, and good to see you, Denny. You too, Stum…Stefanie.”

  She had to get out of there before she really said something bad. As she closed the door behind her and thought about it, she had to chuckle.

  Women.

  *

  Laurel placed a hot cup of tea on her desk, far enough away from her keyboard to prevent a disaster if she got clumsy. She had a break and had decided to come home so she could enter grades into her database before going back to the last class of the day. The doorbell ringing insistently was an unwelcome distraction.

  “If this is a delivery person or a student, I’m really going to let them have it,” she muttered as she stalked to the door and flung it open. There, in all of her tall, buxom, and fabulous beauty, was Kate, her younger and famous sister.

  “Laurel. I’m devastated.” Kate fell into her arms without preamble and started sobbing loudly but, Laurel suspected, never enough to smudge her perfectly applied makeup.

  Hugging her warmly, Laurel said, “I’m fine, thanks. How are you?”

  She was accustomed to Kate’s self-absorbed greetings. She’d learned long ago that, for her sister, it really was “all about me.” Kate was the beauty in the family, from the moment she was born. They had the same unusual green eyes and thick blond hair, but Kate was very outgoing, athletic in every way, and loaded with talent.

  People told Laurel she was attractive, but she knew she couldn’t compete. Where she was of average height and had a slight build—some called her fragile—Kate was taller and robustly healthy with a lot of sexy thrown in, and she had bigger breasts. Much bigger breasts. Perhaps growing up being the center of attention had something to do with her self-absorption; Laurel wouldn’t know. But she loved her sister, and when the chips were down, Kate usually came through.

  “That bastard Luis was fucking around on me,” Kate continued. “Me! Can you imagine?”

  Leading her to the worn leather sofa in the small living room, Laurel sat her down and settled beside her. “Kate, honey, it’s only hard to imagine that he beat you to it. I’ll bet that stung.”

  Sniffing, Kate shot her a sharp-eyed look and then relaxed her shoulders. After a few seconds, she chuckled. “Yes, well, I do always like to be the first to break up. The tabloids are going to say I was dumped.” Her face scrunched up as she prepared to open the spigots again.

  Hastily Laurel said, “No, not at all. You’ll be seen with another gorgeous hunk before Luis has time to announce it. Get one of your closeted gay boys to club crawl with you tonight. It worked all the other times. You’re more photogenic anyway. Add a bit of cleavage, and voilà. You’ll scoop him.” Laurel had been down this road before.

  The back door slammed and Rochelle yelled, “Laurel? There’s a cab out front. Who’s…Kate!”

  Rochelle’s face transformed from irritation to delight within two seconds. She rushed over to Kate and hauled her to her feet, giving her a hug by smashing herself against the entire length of Kate’s body and snuggling her too tightly, for too long.

  Laurel’s face grew warm with embarrassment as Kate finally pushed Rochelle none too gently away. Rochelle had always had the hots for Kate, but her flirting was getting out of hand.

  Kate gave her a tepid greeting. “Hi, Rochelle. Laurel and I were just catching up.”

  “Why didn’t you tell me your sis was going to visit? I might have missed her.” Rochelle tore her eyes away from Kate long enough to glance accusingly at Laurel.

  “Because she didn’t know I was coming,” Kate said before Laurel could speak. “I just flew up for a short visit and advice from my big sister.”

  “I’ve been so busy we haven’t had a chance for our usual sister chats.” Laurel tried to smother the defensive note in her voice. She could tell from Kate’s tone that she was trying to get Rochelle to leave them alone.

  Rochelle was oblivious to the hint. “How
long can you stay? Why don’t we all go out to lunch?”

  “Don’t you have a class to teach?” Kate asked politely.

  Kate had a ton of lesbian and gay friends, and had never said a bad word about Rochelle, but Laurel knew she didn’t like her. Although Kate flirted with just about everyone, she had always seemed uncomfortable with Rochelle. Perhaps because Rochelle didn’t respect the boundaries most “in-laws” found appropriate.

  Rochelle shrugged off her work commitments, insisting, “I know some of my colleagues would relish the opportunity to say hello. They’re such fans of your work. I could have them meet us at Chez Panisse.” She moved to put her arm around Kate’s shoulders, but Kate expertly avoided the touch.

  “No can do, Rochelle. There’s a reason the cabbie is waiting, besides the promise of an autograph. My flight leaves in an hour. Some other time.”

  Undaunted, Rochelle said, “I’ll tell him to go and I’ll run you out to the airport myself. We can catch up that way. I’m sure Laurel has to get back to school anyway. Right, Laurel?”

  With a knot growing in size in her gut, Laurel quietly said, “Rochelle, Kate came to visit me for a bit so we could talk. Just sister stuff. Is that okay?” She hated the “asking permission” tone in her voice, hated her sister to witness it. But she loathed Rochelle’s temper even more. She sought the middle ground, knowing it rarely worked to be confrontational with her partner.

  Rochelle whirled on her, but then seemed to catch herself in front of Kate. “Oh, sure. No problem. I have an important meeting anyway. Well, next time, Kate.” She smiled thinly and disappeared down the hall.

  Exhaling, Kate said, “Rochelle is rather intense, isn’t she? I get that kind of insistence with guys all the time.” Sitting, she took Laurel’s hands in hers and asked, “Is everything all right? I mean with the two of you?”

  Laurel stared at their hands. “Oh, sure. Rochelle is just starstruck. Like you said, you get that all the time.”

  Kate was quiet for a moment, staring out at the hallway Rochelle had taken. Then, uncharacteristically, she dropped the subject, much to Laurel’s relief.

  Laurel tried to lighten the mood. “So, are you making calls to reserve your gorgeous men?”

  Kate finally met her eyes. With a warm smile, she said, “I guess so. I’ll fix the little bastard. I’d better go.” They stood and she slid her arm around Laurel’s waist as they walked to the front door. “If you ever need anything…maybe even a place to get away for a few days, you know you’re always welcome, sis.”

  Struggling to talk around the sudden lump in her throat, Laurel managed, “I have a really packed schedule up here. Besides, getting away to your place is like escaping to the circus. A little more stimulation than I’m used to.”

  Laughter lit Kate’s face and her eyes deepened to an even richer shade of emerald. “Oh, come on. It would do you good to have some fun for a change.”

  The comment was tactless, but Laurel couldn’t deny the truth that lay behind her sister’s assumptions. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d had a genuine belly laugh about anything. Pushing the depressing thought away, she opened the door and waved to the driver, who returned the wave enthusiastically, his eyes never leaving Kate’s body.

  “Go. And don’t worry about me. Rochelle and I are fine.” Laurel wished she could sound more convincing, but Kate could see through her, so why bother?

  A sense of gloom came over her as she watched Kate drive away, and she retreated slowly back in and closed the door. Maybe if she gathered her things quickly, she could get out of the house before Rochelle realized she was gone.

  “Have fun with your sister?” Rochelle’s voice was so close Laurel jumped. Why did Rochelle always have to sneak up on her?

  “Rochelle, you scared the crap out of me. And not really, if you must know. Kate just came up to complain about another boyfriend disaster. It didn’t help to have you drooling all over her.” The words popped out before prudence could shut her up. The knot that seemed to be making a home in her stomach these days got bigger.

  “What are you talking about? She’s my sister-in-law. I was just being friendly. Why do you have to make everything such a big deal? You have no idea what you’re talking about.” Rochelle stalked away, the subject closed.

  Laurel had just started to breathe again when Rochelle halted, turned, and retraced her steps, eyes glittering with amger. Grabbing Laurel’s arms, she squeezed so hard it brought tears to her eyes. “Don’t ever talk back to me in front of your sister again.”

  She shoved Laurel hard against the door, then left the room and slammed into her office. Laurel rubbed the circulation back into her arms, swiped her face to get rid of the tears, and fled the house for the safety of her classroom. Her life was certainly not what she’d dreamt of, that was for sure. Instead of a wonderful long-term relationship with the ideal woman, she had become the live-in maid of a tyrant. She might have taken comfort in a stellar career, but instead of heading steadily toward tenure, intellectual exploration, and recognition, she was held in limbo by the whims of her partner and boss.

  Laurel loved teaching. She sat on committees as she was expected to and usually ended up being the recording secretary because no one else wanted to do the boring stuff and she didn’t seem to be able to refuse. Those meetings were full of bombastic blathering, with little actual work getting done. She used to think the men were the problem, posturing for each other. But most of the time-wasting involved the full professors, male or female, liking the sounds of their own voices and arguing minutiae. It had taken a while for Laurel to realize Rochelle was no different from the others, and the handsome academic she’d fallen for was nothing more than a petty, grasping woman who spent all of her time making sure everything in her life reflected her own illusion of herself. And Laurel was one of her mirrors.

  Between teaching so much and the number of committees Laurel was on, she barely had time to publish one small journal article a year. And those weren’t earth shattering, just the result of hard work and pulling together research. Rochelle almost patted her on the head, in a way that had become increasingly irritating.

  *

  Laurel returned her concentration to the students filing out of her last class for the day. One of them met her eyes and smiled, a pretty young woman she was allowing to audit without formally registering and therefore paying. She’d done that before, reasoning that the desire to learn trumped the administration’s desire for more money. So, once or twice a quarter, she let a student sit in. No one ever complained. A good thing, too, because Rochelle would have a fit if she knew.

  The young woman reminded her of Kate, with a few big exceptions. She had the beauty but little awareness of that beauty, and she always tried to keep a low profile. She’d made a few friends but usually kept to herself. Today, however, she’d been excited about her new job, assisting a contractor renovate a building that would eventually become a women’s hotel. Most of the renovation crew was female and the project sounded very ambitious. From what Laurel overheard, the women in charge were dynamic and honest. The job sounded like fun. Especially to Laurel.

  Chapter Four

  “Who is that?” Stef stared at the back of a gorgeous young woman clomping down the hall, covered in dust and lugging a bucket full of tools.

  “I don’t recall seeing her before,” Denny said. “I would have remembered.”

  Behind them, Jock announced, “That, ladies, is Ember Jones. The old woman downstairs asked me to give her a job. I thought you knew about her.”

  “Knew what?” Stef asked.

  “From what I can tell, she’s living here now. Maybe she’s a grandchild. Anyway, I need a gofer and she works hard, doesn’t complain, and is certainly easy on the eyes. What’s not to like?”

  “You’re saying Mrs. Castic has a roommate?” Stef was astonished. “I’ve never seen her with anyone. That’s not allowed.”

  “Maybe she’s just visiting, helping out,” Denny sai
d.

  “Then Mrs. Castic should have informed me of the situation.”

  Denny shrugged. “She’s not doing any harm.”

  “We have rules.” Stef realized she was wasting her time trying to explain her position, but she persevered. “Making exceptions sets a bad precedent. What next? She invites all her friends to move in to the rooms around hers?”

  “Mrs. C wouldn’t do that. She isn’t a drunk or a thief, either, and we gave our word that she could stay. We can’t throw an old lady out on the streets just because she has a relative in her apartment.” Denny was looking at her with confusion.

  Jock folded her arms, a scowl on her face. “From what Ember says, she was on the streets when Mrs. C offered a place to her. A kid that looks like that wouldn’t last long out there.”

  Whirling on her, Stef snapped, “I thought you said she could be a grandchild. Why did you lie?” She knew she sounded petty but that didn’t stop her. “And she is just a child, so keep your distance.”

  Taking a step back, Jock retorted, “I guess I thought you’d use any excuse to evict the old woman. She’s a nice lady, bakes cookies that Ember brings for the crew. It’s kind of cheap that you make her live here during the remodel.”

  Stef snorted. Jock set her teeth on edge and always had. “Listen, we offered to pay for a room for Mrs. Castic during the construction, but she refused. And I didn’t say anything about evicting her… Never mind. You have no idea who I am. Just leave the kid alone.”

  Jock colored. “What kind of a crack was that? She’s eighteen, legal, and I’ll do whatever I want. Without your permission.”

  Knowing Jock was right, and resenting her for precisely that reason, Stef sought a deflection. “I just don’t want any more problems caused by another contractor.”

  “Whatever. Listen, I’m taking down that west wall in this unit, so there’s going to be a lot of racket today. You might want to stay on a different floor for a while. Wouldn’t want you to get mussed up or anything.” She did nothing to hide the insolence in her voice.