Working 2 Hard:
An MFM Ménage Romance
Copyright © 2018 by Sierra Sparks; All Rights Reserved
Published by Juliana Conners’ Sizzling Hot Reads.
This book is a work of fiction and any portrayal of any person living or dead is completely coincidental and not intentional. No part of this book may be reproduced without written permission from the author, other than brief excerpts for the purpose of reviews or promotion.
Notes from the author:
This one is a little on the wild side! While I firmly believe in safe sex, I wanted to create a fun, filthy office fantasy, so there is some steamy bareback action for you to enjoy! Hope you love this deliciously dirty double-duty romance!
Lots of Love, Sierra
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Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Hallie
Chapter 2
Trigg
Chapter 3
Davis
Chapter 4
Hallie
Chapter 5
Hallie
Chapter 6
Trigg
Chapter 7
Davis
Chapter 8
Hallie
Chapter 9
Hallie
Chapter 10
Trigg
Chapter 11
Hallie
Chapter 12
Davis
Chapter 13
Hallie
Chapter 14
Hallie
Chapter 15
Hallie
Chapter 16
Hallie
Epilogue
Hallie
Sneak Peek Excerpt of Double Down
Chapter 1
Hallie
As usual, trying to get ready for a job interview was maddening. I had changed outfits no less than six times. Losing all the weight had been great, but nothing fit me right. Sure, stuff fit me, but who wants to look like a wrinkled mess or two sizes too small or too big? Eventually, I’d be forced to pick the least awful of the options just to make my appointment on time.
I was interviewing for an Executive Assistant position at the ME Hotel. It was kind of a funny name for a hotel. Hotel ME, the locals called it. The most narcissistic of the hotels, jokingly.
The Craiglist ad was a little vague, so I was wary. Those ads could be hit or miss. Either the person that wrote it wasn’t very good at writing those things (and thus needed an Executive Assistant to do things like that) or they were strange and quirky individuals with bizarre notions on how to start a business. Or it was a total scam and I’d be laughed out of the lobby. I checked out the website and found Trigg Mathews and Davis Lane listed as actual managers, though, so I thought I was okay.
I arrived in the expansive lobby of the ME. It had one of those ultra-modern designs with two-story ceilings and an atmosphere of crisp luxury. The ME logo appeared in electric blue, floating on top of a rotund fountain centered in the wide room, while the interplay of light also cast the ME logo on the wall. Briskly, I walked to the front desk.
“Hi, I’m here to for an interview with Trigg Mathews and Davis Lane,” I said to the woman at the front desk.
“Of course, ma’am. ” The front desk lady smiled warmly, eyes bright behind her large chic eyeglasses. “I’m Georgia. Let me show you to where you’ll be meeting.”
Even the office behind the front desk had the same sleek look as the lobby. All the furniture had rounded edges and was either clear, chrome or black. It lent an air of polish to everything.
Georgia showed me to a conference room and told me to have a seat as she left to get my potential new bosses. I jumped at the chance to quickly check my make up in my compact mirror.
At 27, I was looking good. I could definitely use a wardrobe update, but long gone was the chubby-faced teen. My diet and exercise had paid off and my curves were in all the right places now. Of course, I didn’t want to get a job just because of my looks. Honestly, I wouldn’t know how to react if I did. I had a solid resume for this sort of thing, but since the ad was so vague, I worried that I was wasting my time.
Soon, I was no longer alone.
“Hi, I’m Trigg Matthews and this is Davis Lane,” Trigg said introducing himself as he walked into the room. “Hallie?”
I stammered a little. They were both jaw-dropping. My potential bosses each stood over six feet tall, both unbelievably handsome in their distinct way. I don’t know why, but I was expecting some graying, heavy-set banker-types. These two, tanned and fit with perfect cheekbones, looked like they just stepped out of an Abercrombie and Fitch catalogue.
My stare traveled to Trigg’s light brown hair, cut short. Its tawny brown color was mixed evenly with natural blonde streaks, highlighted as he passed under the boardroom’s recessed lighting. They brought out the green in his light-colored eyes.
Davis wore his hair longer on top but nearly shaved on the sides. His locks were shiny and almost black. Dark brows framed arresting, deep-set eyes of silvery grey that now stared straight into me.
“I-I-I, uh--- Yes. Hallie. Right. That’s me!” Rough start, but at least I finished my greeting with enthusiasm.
I stood and shook their hands, trying not to stare. It would be quite a bonus if I could look at these two studs all day. Knowing that direct eye contact is crucial during a job interview, I tried not to shake under their glittering gazes.
“So I know the Craigslist ad was a little vague,” Trigg apologized. “Quite frankly, I wrote it the last few minutes on a Friday trying to get out of the door.”
“We actually haven’t had many applicants,” admitted Davis, who then looked down at his executive organizer notebook, brimming with papers. “But the reality is, it’s just the kind of task we’d have an EA do.”
“So you guys don’t have an HR department?” I asked.
“Not in the traditional sense, no,” Trigg explained. “We prefer a more hands-on approach to hiring.”
They each took a seat slightly across from me, but still near enough to make my skin tingle.
“You know, when you work in the hotel business,” explained Davis. “It’s a lot like the crew of a ship. Everyone pitches in. Everyone is pretty friendly. Our staff has gotten bigger over the years, but we like to stay tight with everyone.”
“Yeah, if I didn’t know all the names of all our housekeepers, I wouldn’t be doing my job,” said Trigg. He sat forward, his elbows on the table, hand clasped comfortably in front of him. Immediately, I liked how he’d rolled up the sleeves of his button-down shirt. “How much experience do you have working in a hotel?”
“Well, I had an uncle who had a resort motel and I would work there in the summers,” I explained. “I did a little of everything, front desk, office work, laundry, housekeeping— Even a little maintenance.”
“That’s great,” said Davis. “That’s exactly the kind of background we’re looking for. We’ve sometimes juggle that much ourselves, and you might have to do much the same in our work here.” Back down to his notebook, he made a quick scribble. His navy shirt-sleeves remained at full length, and again, I immediately liked how it seemed to suit his precisely-cut hair.
“Mainly, it’s an office job,” assured Trigg. “But we would like to throw out a few scenarios to you that are typical in the hospitality business and see how you would handle it.”
“Sure, no problem,” I said to their two perfect faces.
“Okay. Here’s the situation. A female guest comes back from the pool area and she is livid. She cla
ims that someone stole her iPhone out of her purse while she was swimming. For whatever reason, Davis and I aren’t here and your front desk person isn’t sure how to handle it. The guest is demanding a free stay. What do you do?”
“I assume you have a security person on staff?” I asked.
“Yes, that would be Thomas,” explained Trigg.
“I call down to Thomas and tell him to check the security cameras. While he does that, I go out to the front desk and tell the woman that I cannot immediately authorize a free room, but that I can comp her and her family a free breakfast. I apologize for the inconvenience and ask her pertinent questions about the incident and inform her that our security officer is checking the video,” I answered. “What does Thomas find?”
“He looks at the video and finds that the woman dropped her phone in the pool,” explains Davis. “Then she threw it into a trashcan near the pool.”
“I have maintenance retrieve the phone,” I continue, almost cracking a grin at the likelihood of this situation. “Then I wait for her to come back to the front desk. If she makes any other demands, I tell her that it’s not hotel policy to replace iPhones, but if she wants, I could have a bag of rice sent to her room.”
“Okay, not bad,” said Trigg, nodding. “Here’s your next scenario. Your front desk person tells you that a woman ran through the lobby with blood on her. Earlier, that same front desk person saw her go up to a room with a guest. What do you do?”
“I immediately go up to the room with the front desk person and the security officer. We have a key that will open the room. We knock and if no one answers, we go in. What’s in the room?”
“You find a guest in the bathroom, lying on the floor unconscious. He’s bleeding and looks like he’s been hit on the head,” explained Davis.
“I immediately call 911 and get him an ambulance and I assume the dispatcher sends the police. I send the front desk person back to the front to wait for the cops, while the security officer and I attempt to give the man first aid without moving him.”
“Third portion!” Trigg beamed playfully, holding up his index finger. “He wakes up and demands to know why you’re in his room. When the security officer mentions the ambulance and the cops, he becomes agitated and demands that you leave.”
“Oh, wow,” I said, a little unsure. “I guess the best course of action would be to wait outside his room and give him some space. The cops have already been called, so they’re definitely coming. If he refuses to be examined, there’s nothing we can do, but I would defer to the cops.”
“Good,” complimented Davis. “Now, a much easier one. There’s a gaming convention in the hotel and some of the parties get out of hand. You’re working late and guests are complaining about the noise. One guest has thrown up near the elevators on the sixth floor.”
“Send someone to clean up. I’ll send the security officer to tell the convention goers to keep down the noise, but I’ll also check to see if I can move any of the guests several floors away from the noise. Breakfast comps to anyone that seems annoyed. If it’s really bad, maybe comp a room.”
Trigg nodded again, and I thought I detected a slight smile. I took the opportunity to reach for the bottled water Georgia had left me. This interview was definitely thirsty work. The two smiled pleasantly, seeming to like my answer. They resumed the rapid-fire questioning.
“Next scenario,” said Trigg, “The hotel is at capacity. There is a couple on the seventh floor having very loud sex. The family staying next to them keeps complaining, but the couple has ignored them.”
“I would give a free night to the family and send the security officer to ask them to quiet down,” I explained. “I would also tell them that if we continue to get complaints, we will ask them to leave.”
“What if the couple refuses to leave?” added Davis. “They’ve already paid, and have decided they’re staying.”
“I offer a full refund and tell them if they do not leave, I will call the police and have them removed,” I explained. “If they refuse to leave, I call the cops. I station the security officer outside their room until they gather their belongings and leave. Or until the cops come and make them leave.”
“That one’s a tough call,” said Trigg. “No really good moves there. It’s a shame, but in the hospitality business, sometimes you can’t be hospitable to everyone.”
I pause for breath and wonder if my answer sounded prudish.
“Final scenario, I promise,” said Davis, with his face professionally blank but eyes smiling. “It’s early in the morning. Customers are getting sick because of something in the breakfast buffet.”
“Close it down immediately,” I said decisively. “I would tell the kitchen staff to see if they can determine the cause and not to serve anything else until they did. I would refund the guests’ money for the buffet and comp anyone that got sick a free night. I would call the EMT’s to come by and check people out and make sure the guests were safe.”
“The kitchen can’t figure out what made people sick,” explained Trigg. “Do you reopen the restaurant?”
“No. Close it for the day and trash the entire buffet. I would order a thorough cleaning of the entire kitchen and tell the head chef that he or she had to personally supervise it, as well as complete an examination and inventory of all food items. Anything that was even remotely questionable would go into the trash.”
“We’d lose a lot of money doing that,” added Davis. “Are you sure that’s your answer?”
“The safety of our guests is paramount,” I said confidently. “Throwing away food is a lot easier than getting fined by the health department or fighting dozens of lawsuits.”
“Excellent,” said Trigg, flashing a gleaming smile before resuming his businesslike demeanor. “Now some general things about the job. Basically, we have a lot of errands and strange things, as you can tell from our scenarios, tend to happen in this business. You will be working on the filing one minute and then making beds the next.”
“You go where we need you,” explained Davis. “That can be in a lot of different directions and it sometimes requires working crazy hours.”
“Oh, I thought it was 9 to 5,” I said.
“Well, ideally it is,” said Trigg. “But you’re probably not going to leave for the day until we do.”
“That’s not a problem,” I said confidently.
“Are you seeing anyone?” Trigg suddenly asked.
The question caught me completely off-guard. I must’ve looked like a deer in the headlights.
“Oh. Well, I—”
“Trigg,” chastised Davis. “You can’t ask that!”
“I’m so sorry,” apologized Trigg. “I was thinking of the hours. It can be very stressful on a relationship.”
“Oh,” I laughed.
For a second there, I thought this guy was hitting on me. Truth be told, I wouldn’t mind dating either one of these guys. Maybe if the job doesn’t work out, I’ll come down to the hotel bar and see if I can run into them.
After that, the interview got pretty dull. We went over the basics of the pay, vacation, benefits and other details. I guess Trigg’s question kind of threw off the entire vibe of the room. We all sort of ran out of gas. Where there had been a fun, fast atmosphere of almost sexual tension between us, now it was a bit awkward and harried. The guys wrapped it up and I felt that I had blown it for the job. But hopefully, not for a date.
As we stood and said parting pleasantries, Trigg good-naturedly said, “So you never answered the question. Are you seeing anyone?”
“Oh. Uh. No,” I said dismissively like the question was no big deal. “Who has time for dating these days, right?” I tried to laugh casually. “Th-thanks for the interview though. Hope to see you.”
As soon as I got around a corner and back out into the lobby, I headed for the bathroom and locked myself in. There was no doubt. I had blown it. God, was I flirting with them or the other way around? Talk about unprofessional!
I came to the conclusion, walking to my car in the parking lot, that these two studs would probably make better dates than bosses. At least if I didn’t work for them, I wouldn’t have that temptation. That would be weird. Who knows? Maybe I could run into them at the hotel sometime. It certainly seemed like a nice place to hang out.
By the time I got home and started doing laundry, I had decided to put off resumé sending for the rest of the day. Time to reward myself with some daytime TV.
Then an unexpected miracle happened. I got a call an hour later. The job was mine.
Chapter 2
Trigg
I was sitting in the office looking at the desk that Hallie would occupy. I’d have a clear view of her. I know it sounds unprofessional, immature even, to be so distracted by a beautiful woman. It’s funny, she didn’t carry herself like a woman who thinks she’s beautiful. I wonder what her back-story is.
A woman like Hallie must get offers every day. I mean, those legs. God, I can’t help thinking about them. And, being completely honest, yeah, I’m totally thinking about them wrapped around my waist, gripping hard.
Is that wrong? We’re all human. We’re all animals when you get right down to it. There’s nothing wrong with acknowledging that. Nothing wrong with a healthy fantasy life, right?
Guess I was wrapped up in my healthy fantasy life when I didn’t see Davis come in. I was just staring ahead, picturing Hallie at her desk.
“Hellooooo,” Davis repeated. “Hey! You here?”
Davis snapped his fingers in my face. God, I hated when he did that.
“Stop D,” I said, wincing with annoyance.
“Don’t call me D in the office,” he bristled in return. “This ain’t our college dorm.”
“Relax, it’s just us here.”
“I can’t relax. I know that look.”
“What look?”
“The way you looked at that Hallie woman. Like you were a starving man and she was a perfectly seared steak. Don’t even think about it and don’t even go there.”
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