Come on, Mav. You can do this. Just explain yourself. Quickly.
Before I can say anything, though, the woman busts out a laugh. Not a scream, but a laugh. Her belly-aching laugh soon has me relaxed enough to snicker at our situation.
“Holy shit, what a day I’ve had,” she gasps out between chuckles. “Did you just call me ma’am? Please tell me I’m not older than you. That would be the icing on the cake, let me tell you.”
“Umm, well, I don’t know your age, but it doesn’t really matter. I also don’t know your name, so I had to call you something, and I was raised better than to refer to you as ‘hey, lady’. Are you going to take my hand and let me help you?”
“What? Oh, right. Okay.” She finally slides her hand into mine and I’m overcome with a feeling I’ve never experienced before. It’s a mixture of calm and excitement and I know without a doubt I need to know more about her. I have to know more about her.
“So, what is your name?” I ask as she stands up. She’s taller than I thought she’d be, and it’s difficult not to imagine what it’d be like with her long legs wrapped around my waist. Or shoulders. I’m an equal opportunity kind of guy, you know.
“Sorry,” she says, shaking her head, still trying to get a grip on herself. “Carys Matthews, and you are?”
“My name is Maverick, nice to meet you.” As much as I’d love to hold her hand again, I don’t want to scare her off, so I give her a little wave instead and she gives me a small one back. “Pardon me for being so bold, but are you staying at this hotel?”
Yeah, that’s not creepy at all, dumbass.
Carys laughs again, thankfully. “No, it’s worse than that, actually. I own and run this place. Are you lost? Looking for directions? You don’t want a room, do you?”
I’m taken aback by her questions because, as a business owner, she should be encouraging me to rent a room from her, not talking me out of it. But, I’m not here for work. I’m on vacation or something like that, so I ignore that part of my brain and answer her instead.
“Actually, I do...want a room.”
“Really?” Her eyes light up, but also look frazzled, just like her. “Well, you can have just about any room you’d like, including mine!” She laughs again before realizing what she has said and once she does, a deep blush covers her cheeks and it’s fucking adorable. Unfortunately for me, she covers those cheeks with her hands and blocks my view. “That was very unprofessional of me, I apologize. It’s just been an extremely stressful day.” She clears her throat and looks down, obviously trying to get herself together.
“Don’t worry about it—”
“Oh, shit, I forgot about my shirt,” she hisses. Her comment forces my attention to her still wet, but very perky breasts.
When I look up, she meets my eyes and hers go wide with embarrassment. “Shit! I’m sorry,” she says, apologizing again. “I’ll be right back.” Bolting through the door behind her, off to what I assume is an office, she disappears and leaves my head spinning a bit.
“Huh,” I murmur to no one but myself, since the rest of the lobby and foyer are deserted. Smiling at the closed door, I try to wrap by head around this place and Carys Matthews. This girl is practically the poster child for the hot mess express. Not gonna lie, I want a ride.
Out of work-related habit and genuine curiosity, I start looking around the hotel lobby, cataloging things I notice that need repair or an upgrade. I can’t help it. Fixing up properties is the part of my job I actually enjoy, so it’s hard for me to walk into any establishment and not analyze it, looking for ways to improve it and make it better. Somehow, I need to find a way to relax, and hopefully, have some fun while I’m here. What’s the point of escaping town and abandoning your job if you’re not going to let loose and blow off some steam?
Speaking of fun...
I turn back just in time to see Carys step out of the office and walk behind the front desk. She’s more presentable now with her clean shirt and hair pulled away from her face, but no less adorable than she was before.
“Is your name really Maverick?” she asks with another light blush creeping onto her high cheekbones.
“It is, in fact.” I already know what’s coming, so I wait for her next question.
“Were you named after Tom Cruise’s character in Top Gun?”
And there it is.
Normally, I’d have bristled at her question because it happens nearly every time I tell someone my name, but she seems to be truly interested, so I want to answer. Of course, it could just be my wishful thinking that she’s interested, but I don’t care. Maybe if I share a bit about myself, she’ll return the favor.
“No, I can pretty much guarantee my parents have never seen that movie. I’m named after my grandfather.”
“Sorry for the stupid question. I bet you get that all the time, huh?” Her blush deepens, and she starts fidgeting with the pen in her hand. I swear, I could watch her all day.
Normally, girly behavior isn’t really a turn on for me. I can’t stand fake giggles and hair twirls, but this girl—woman—standing in front of me is anything but those things. Sure, she’s a mess, in the most literal sense of the word, but she’s also a breath of fresh air. It’s like the universe drove me straight here and blew me into the doors of the Blue Bayou.
“I do, but I get it.” I laugh slightly, shaking my head at the crazy turn of events. “I mean, it’s not a very common name, is it?” She smiles as she shakes her head in response, her eyes locked on mine. But as soon as I place my forearms on the desk in front of her and lean in a bit, her eyes widen and the pen she’s tapping starts moving in overtime. Apparently, I make this woman nervous. Interesting. “Carys is also a name you don’t hear very often. Are you named after someone?”
“Ha, no. My mom was a bit of a free spirit and loved being different from everyone else. She thought it’d be cool to give her daughter a name no one around here could pronounce,” she says, laughing. “Someone once told me it means ‘precious’ or something like that but I don’t know if it’s true.”
“Precious, huh? I think that’s fitting.” I give her my best crooked smile, and she swallows audibly.
I swear, I’m not usually this much of a flirt but I’m really enjoying seeing her react to me. It makes me want to do less honorable things to her, so I can see and hear her reactions. Just thinking about what could happen if I were lucky enough to spread her out on my bed has my dick aching.
Thankfully, we have this tall front desk between us, so she doesn’t seem to notice when I adjust myself.
“So, about this room you have available...”
“A room? Yes, of course!” She begins to shuffle things around on the desk in front of her. “I really should apologize for my verbal vomit earlier... and for not realizing sooner how inappropriate my shirt was. I’m horrible at first impressions on a good day, but I really raised the bar today.”
“You have nothing to be sorry about. I think you were just stunned from being bowled over by that dog, and besides, you’ll get no complaints from me regarding your verbal vomit or the wet shirt, for that matter.”