by Elena Aitken
“Thank you so much,” he said. “I’m sorry I was a—“
“It’s not a problem, Mr. Jansen.” She kept her smile in place, the way she always did. “Honestly. It was my pleasure, and I do hope you and your family enjoy your stay at Castle Mountain Lodge. In your packet, you’ll find a list of activities that I’m sure the kids will enjoy.”
She watched as they made their way across the large, timber-framed lobby, towards the bank of elevators. There was no doubt in Carmen’s mind that Mr. Jansen and his family would find the relaxation and rest they’d come to the Lodge looking for. There was something about the air in the mountains that relaxed even the tensest people.
Carmen set to work adjusting the reservations in the computer, and checking room availability. She hadn’t received the phone call confirming her parents’ visit yet, but it was coming. For the last three years, since Carmen had gone to work at the Lodge, they made a point to come visit for a long weekend every October. It wasn’t necessarily a weekend Carmen looked forward to.
She clicked a few buttons and reserved her parents a nice suite with a view of the ridge. With any luck, they would be preoccupied with their stunning surroundings and less focused on their daughter’s lack of husband.
Their weekend visit was bound to be filled with questions about when she was going to give up her “little job” and settle down with a nice boy, or at the very least, go to college where she could meet a nice boy. Just thinking of the way her dad was going to drill her about her future plans, while her mother listed all her friends’ young, eligible sons she should meet was enough to fake some sort of deadly illness.
But, Carmen knew better. Nothing would distract her mom and dad from their annual visit. Since she flat-out refused to come back for Christmas, or any other time, it was their duty as good parents to smother their only child with love.
She sighed, and put her head down on the front desk for a moment.
“Working hard, are you?”
The voice jolted her up and Carmen looked directly into the eyes of Trent Harrison, the general manager of the Lodge. Carmen snapped to attention and smoothed her dark hair behind her ears. “Mr. Harrison,” she said. “I’m so sorry. I was just…well, I—“
“It’s fine.” Trent waved away her explanations. “And I told you to call me Trent. Besides, I’m not going to be your boss for much longer.”
“That’s right,” she said. It’s not like it was a secret that Trent was leaving to go run a high-scale resort with his brother in a few weeks. What was the secret was who would be filling his position. “You must be excited about your new opportunity,” she said. “And you know I refuse to call you by your first name when we’re working.” Her smile was warm, because outside of work, they were friends, but Carmen liked to keep some sort of professional distance during working hours. So far, it’d served her well in her career. She’d only been at the Lodge for three years and had already worked her way up to customer service manager and with any luck, she’d be a candidate for Trent’s job, too.
Trent laughed, his handsome features crinkling in humor. “That’s one of the things that’s so great about you, Carmen.” He ran a hand through his blond, slightly wavy hair. “You’re nothing if not professional.” He leaned across the desk and lowered his voice. “I hear that you’re in the running for my job.”
Her stomach flipped, but not because of his proximity. She knew more than one woman who’d love the chance to hook up with Trent, but she’d never been interested in dating anyone she worked with. Or anyone at all, really.
“That’s what I’m told,” she said. Word had filtered down to her last week that she was one of the candidates for the job.
“Did you also hear that I get to choose my replacement?”
Carmen’s heart started beating double time and she blinked hard. “What?”
“Would I lie to you?” She raised her eyebrows and tilted her head, causing him to laugh again. “Okay, I might. And maybe I’m exaggerating a little,” he continued. “But I do get a say in the final selection. I’m told that my opinion matters a great deal. And I’m keeping my eye on you.” He winked dramatically and she had to laugh.
"I'm sure you are." They’d always been easy friends, not in small part due to her ability to dodge his advances.
He grinned and took a quick look around before changing the subject. "I actually was hoping to ask you something, Carmen. Totally unrelated to work."
Carmen's smile faltered. Trent’s affairs at the Lodge were legendary. He didn't date; in fact, in the three years she'd been there, she'd never heard of him dating at all. His affairs, however—that was a different story. So far, she'd managed to keep their relationship professional, probably in no small part due to the fact that she insisted on professionalism with everyone she worked with. Friendly, yes. But there was no way Carmen would ever entertain the thought of dating anyone who worked at the Lodge, particularly someone in a management position. Not if it would risk her career.
"You know I don’t—“
"Oh, don't worry. I would never dream of asking you out," he said.
She shot him a look.
"Not that I wouldn't want to," he added quickly. "But I'm not an idiot, Carmen. And only an idiot would bang their head against that wall. I know your policy on dating at work."
Carmen smiled again and nodded. "Okay, then what would you like to ask me?"
"I think you're going to like this." Trent stood up and stretched his shoulders. "My brother is coming to stay at the Lodge for a few days. Maybe a week, if I can convince him to enjoy himself a little bit. Anyway, I'm going to be busier than I'd like what with wrapping things up around here and all. I was hoping maybe you would show him around a bit."
"Show him around?" Carmen got a sinking feeling in her stomach. And the distinct impression that there was more to his request than he was saying.
"Yes," Trent said. "No one knows the ins and outs of Castle Mountain like you do, and who better than a beautiful woman to keep him company?"
And there it was. The reason Carmen didn't feel good about her boss’s request. She tipped her head and assessed him. Despite Trent’s reputation as a bit of a womanizer, he’d never been anything but respectful. She must have heard him wrong.
“What about Bo?” she suggested. “He knows the Lodge much better than I do. And as the outdoor activities director, he’s the perfect choice.”
Trent smiled a little and looked at his feet. “Look, Carmen. I don’t usually do this type of thing, but I was kind of thinking Dylan would enjoy the company of a woman.”
Carmen pretended to ignore him. “Well, as we know,” she said, “where Bo is, Morgan is.” They were Castle Mountain Lodge’s resident lovebirds, and good friends of Carmen’s.
“I was thinking more along the lines of a single woman,” Trent said.
As a reflex, Carmen’s hand shot out and she smacked his arm. “Trent Harrison,” she said. “What type of girl do you think I am?”
Trent’s head snapped up and a look of pure mortification took hold on his face. “Oh, God, Carmen. No. Not like that. I just really want him to enjoy himself a little, go out, laugh. That type of thing. I don’t mean anything sleazy by it.”
She narrowed her eyes and assessed him for a moment. “Really?”
Trent held up two fingers. “I swear.”
She shook her head and considered her options. There weren’t many. “I don't know, Trent. Like you said, I don’t date, and my parents are coming next weekend for their annual visit and with working and—“
“Please, Carmen. I won’t take no for an answer. And I’m not looking to marry my brother off or anything. I just really need Dylan to have a little fun before we jump into the fire with the Springs. Besides, he’ll probably be gone by the time your folks come.”
“Trent, it doesn’t feel right and—“
“It’ll even be fun for you,” he continued. “You work too hard as well, and if you do get the position as
general manager, well…”
Her breath caught in her throat and for a minute, Carmen thought she might actually be sick. “What do you mean?” she asked slowly.
“Just that if you do happen to get the position,” he paused and raised his eyebrows, “that you’ll be very busy for the next little while.”
Her instincts told her that wasn’t all he meant by his comment. “I’m a long shot for the manager position,” she said softly.
Trent leaned in again and lowered his voice before he said, “Remember, I do play a role in the selection of my replacement and it would be an easy decision to choose a candidate who goes above and beyond the call of duty. If you get my drift?”
Carmen swallowed hard. She got his drift all right.
“Think about it,” he said.
A group of giggling women came through the main doors and Trent stood up, adjusting his jacket. He stepped aside and said, “I’ll totally owe you, Carmen. We’ll talk soon.”
She watched him walk through the lobby and disappear down the hall that led to the banquet room.
Did that really just happen? Trent didn’t really just tell her she had to take his brother out if she wanted the promotion, did he? Not in so many words, but that was definitely what was implied, right? Unless she’d been reading too much into it. That was probably it; she’d probably just thought he was saying something he wasn’t.
Thoughts swirled through her head so quickly, she couldn’t focus on just one thing.
She shook her head in a desperate attempt to clear her mind, and focused on the women who were checking in. It was easier to bury herself in work. It always had been.
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Residing in the Alberta Foothills with her husband and twins, Elena escapes to the mountains as often as possible and can often be found sitting by the lake plotting her next story.
Besides her fiction projects, Elena has been published in multiple Chicken Soup for the Soul anthologies, as well as the Seal Press anthology, How to Put a Car Seat on a Camel-and other misadventures traveling with children.
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