Thread of Illusion

Davina POV

I pull into the Bayou Blue. I love my job, and I love this hotel. I have met some unusual people working here. I have a great boss, and the pay is not bad. So, why am I always late for work?

I jump out of my car, grabbing my purse. Reid is going to raise hell at me. I run through the door and quickly to the clerk entrance.

“Sorry,” I say as I set down my purse on the desk in the back office.

Reid gives me his devilish grin. “I think you are earlier than I expected. Why can you not get here on time?” Reid asks.

I smile. “I honestly don’t know. I think I’ll be late for my own funeral,” I say.

“At least you are honest about it. We are booked. I already checked almost everyone in. There are just a few, so it should be an easy night,” he says.

“Okay. Anything you need me to do?” I ask.

Reid gathers his things. “I don’t think so. You could try to be on time tomorrow,” he says.

“Hot date?” I ask.

“I wish. If you need anything, call me. I will be in the area. Leave room 421 open. I might stay here tonight,” he says.

“We are expecting bad weather tonight,” I say.

“Yes, Larry is in room 216. If you want to block you a room, you can,” he says.

“Yeah, I think I will block me a room. I’ll get Sidney to bring me a bag,” I say.

“423 is open, and it has a hot tub,” he says.

“Thanks, Reid,” I say.

Reid leaves the hotel. He is something else. I bet he has a hot date. I wish my ass. He might try to pretend with me, but damn, I know. He is delicious. I would love to sink my teeth in him.

I log in to my computer and start to get ready for the night. We are pretty much booked. I block off rooms 421 and 423 before it gets booked. At least I know Larry will be here on time and probably early. I can go to the hotel bar for a few hours before going up to my room.

I pull out my phone to text Sidney: Go by my apartment and pack me a bag, please. I am going to stay at the hotel tonight. You can stay with me if you like.

Hopefully, she is not busy. Who am I kidding? She is never busy and will probably jump at the chance to stay with me at the hotel.

She texts back: Hell Yes. I will be there before you get off. I will grab enough for a few days. The rain is going to be bad. We might be stuck a day or two. I will stop by the liquor store. Kisses I knew she would come through for me. Sidney has been my best friend my entire life. She has always been the more outgoing of the two of us. I wish I could be as free-spirited as her. Not me. I need everything perfectly normal.

I need stability. That’s why I married the sweetest man on the planet. I married my high school sweetheart. We have the most predictable life. Other than the fact I am late for everything, we are normal. We eat the same things; we go the same places—we are normal.

I pull out my phone and text my sweet husband: Nathan love. I’m staying at the hotel with Sidney. The rain is going to be bad. I was worried about getting to and from work the next few days. Sidney is going to get my things. When will you be back?