Mistake at the Desk

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Sam was looking forward to the week long vacation. It was the middle of summer. He'd had the week booked off and everything ready for six months. He was traveling to a small Carribean island. It was so small that it only had one resort. The rooms booked fairly quickly since it was placed on the perfect beach. He was glad he had his room already set. Beach Hut Number Ten. Complete with mini kitchen, small dining room, sitting room with a nice tv, plus a bedroom with an extremely comfortable bed. It would be perfect.

He got off the small plane and took a taxi to the resort on the other side of the island. It was a really short drive. When he arrived he got his bags out and approached the desk. He waited behind a couple who were getting their room. He overheard the person behind the desk congratulation them on getting the last unbooked room left. Sam smiled, glad he had a booked room. He stepped up to the desk and smiled. "Sam Alverson checking in. I should have Beach Hut Number Ten booked." He stood and waited for the confirmation from the desk. He was surprised when the person behind the desk shook their head. "I'm sorry sir, your name is not in the computer. We don't have you booked, and we are out of unbooked rooms." Sam was furious. "What the hell do you mean? I have Beach Hut Number Ten booked! I've had it booked for over six months!"

Genevieve had just walked into the lobby, when the man standing there went off on the receptionist about his reservation. “No, actually, *I* have ten booked”, she said with a slightly haughty confidence that both her parents and her career has groomed in her.

She walked to the desk, brushing Sam aside slightly and looked to the clerk to check her in. She had started to get her credit card out to pay for the room when the man behind the desk paused. “Genevieve Stanton?” he asked and she nodded, and then rambled off Sam’s name. “You’re both booked in number ten…” he said, which caused Gen’s mouth to drop.

“Look, I don’t even know this guy, and I paid for the place!” she said, only glancing back at Sam briefly. “I DEMAND to have my room.” she said. The clerk started to type things into the computer behind the desk, only to look even more puzzled. “Apparently you have both prepaid…and it was split between you two…” he said. A computer glitch had caused this of course, not that the clerk was trained to have thoughts that abstract. Gen was standing there with her mouth open as he gave each of them a key, and then rushed off to some emergency.

Gen looked at Sam only briefly before hefting up her backs and running as best she could towards what she had deemed HER beach hut. She planned on getting there first and putting the bolt on the door. She could work out the rest in the morning.

Sam grew even angrier as a woman stepped up and claimed she had the room booked for herself. He stood there, furious as the clerk checked the computer. The anger shifted a little toward surprise as they were told they both had the room booked, and then that it was split between them. It made no sense at all. He wondered how old their computer software was. He was about to demand to speak to the manager when he was handed a room key. So was the woman. Then the clerk ran away. It was pointless to argue.

The woman ran off with her bags, but Sam found a bell boy and told him to take the bags to number ten. Then he sprinted toward the room. He had nothing weighing him down so he was faster. He got to the room a short way ahead of the woman and unlocked the door. Without looking to see how far back she was he got inside and shut the door as quickly as he could, but something stopped it from closing all the way. He swore and turned to look at what it was.

Gen watched with great annoyance as Sam sprinted past her easily. Of course. Given her petite build, it wouldn’t have taken much. She watched as he stepped in the door, but before he could shut it completely, she shoved her suitcase in it.

“Oh no you don’t!” she yelled at him and then pushed the door open. Given that he didn’t seem to be expecting her to push at the door, she managed to wedge her body through the opening and into the room. “I did NOT spend 10 hours on a bloody plane to not have a place to sleep.” she informed him as she dragged her suitcase in.

“If you were any kind of gentleman, you would get out.” she said as she wheeled her suitcase into the bedroom and started unpacking, assuming he would leave soon enough. “Now, get out, I’m sure there are hammocks on the beach.”

Sam looked down and saw a suitcase in the door. Then suddenly the woman barged her way into the room, catching him off guard. Once inside he backed into the sitting room. She seemed pissed, but definitely not as pissed as he was. She walked into the bedroom and he followed so he could yell at her. She started unpacking already.

He went over and took stuff she put away and tossed it back at her suitcase. "Hell No Lady! I am not about to play the gallant knight for some spoiled rich bitch! I have had this room booked for more than six months. I've been looking forward to this vacation for over a year. I'm not about to spend it sleeping on a hammock on the damn beach. I paid for this room. I can get the credit card recipt to prove I paid full price for this, no matter what the computer says. This is my room. If anyone is going to leave, its you!" As he yelled he grabbed anything she tried to put away and threw it back into her suitcase.

She guffawed at the indignation of being called a bitch and nearly slapped him. “I ALSO have a receipt Lancelot!” she said and started putting her things away. “Stop touching my things, that silk is delicate!” she said as he tossed lingerie back in her suitcase.

She stomped her bottom foot, crossed her arms over her chest and then took a deep breath and slowly let it out. When she opened her eyes again, she was calmer as she regarded him.

“Look, we have both spent a damned long time on a plane to get here. At least for tonight, until we can get the thing settled, we might as well share the place, that way we can both at least recover from jet lag before going to argue with those morons at the front desk.” She said.

“Now, if you can promise not to attempt to rape me, we can at least get a hot shower, some food and some sleep. Is that a suitable compromise for the moment?” she asked him.

Sam tried hard not to burst out laughing at the woman. Yet, he stopped tossing her things back at her suitcase. Then she made her little display of stomping her foot, crossing her arms, and taking a deep breath. He really had to try not to laugh at that.

After she opened her eyes she seemed calmer. He stepped back and leaned against the wall as he listened to her reasoning. It seemed to be ok, at least for one night. He sighed and rolled his eyes. He stood up straight as he started speaking.

"Sure, why not? Don't unpack too much though. You will be packing up again in the morning. Now, as for the promise you want, I can definitely promise that. There is no chance I'd want to rape you. Now, for tonight, I guess I can sleep on the couch, though that bed is one of the things I've been looking forward to most."

She looked him over for a moment and sighed. If nothing else she could probably pay more than he could fathom to stay in the room, but she didn’t want to bring up the argument. She started to neatly arrange the clothes that had been tossed her suitcase so that they wouldn’t wrinkle when she looked at the bed and back to him.

“Well it’s good to know there is SOME chivalry in you.” She said softly, trying not to be sarcastic. “The bed is massive, if you say on your side, I don’t see why we can’t both sleep in it. It could sleep 6.” She said as she looked at the gigantic bed. “Now, if you don’t mind, I would like a shower. If you would be so kind as to order some food, I would be eternally grateful, as I am starving to death.” she said as she pulled out a pair of satin pajamas. Normally she didn’t wear anything to bed, but she always brought a pair, just in case.

She picked them up and walked to him and extended her hand. “I’m Genevieve Stanton by the way, you may call me Gen, most people do.” she said. “As for the food, I would kill for a huge steak and a baked potato to be honest.” she added and then went into the bathroom after she shook his hand.

She emerged a half hour later, steam slowly leaking out of the bathroom door when she came out. She had her red hair in a towel and donned her blue satin pajamas. “Did you get a chance to order the food?” she asked as she neatly put away her dirty clothes and then walked into the living room and sat down on the couch.

Sam gave the first smile he'd given since he had been told about the room mistake. He would be very glad to sleep in the comfortable bed. It was large enough that even with the small amount that he moved in the night, he probably wouldn't even notice the woman on the other side.

She told him she wanted a shower and he nodded, and then smiled at the thought of food. "Sure, I'll order food." She introduced herself and he took her hand, shaking it. "I'm Sam Alverson. I'll order that steak and potato for you. I hear the chefs here are amazing." He started to calm down as she walked into the bathroom. He went to the phone to order the food from room service.

While she was in the shower his bags arrived and he placed them in the sitting room. He sat on the couch and relaxed for a while. He thought about how he would deal with the manager in the morning. Yet, he also calmed down. He thought of what he'd said to her and felt a little bad about it. He was usually a nice guy. He also thought about his promise to her. It was a little funny. He thought about his response to that. It was a little true as well as being false. When he'd said it he'd meant it as an attack on her appearance. Now that he was calm he realised how attractive she was, but he was no rapist, and never would be.

When she exited the bathroom he smiled at her. She looked good in the pyjamas. "Yeah, the food should be here soon. I would like to appoligise for before. It is just that I've never been somewhere this nice and then when I arrive I find out there has been a computer error. I over reacted, and I'm sorry."

Gen looked over at him as he apologized and took the towel off of her head. “Frankly my dear, we are both jet lagged, tired and damned hungry, and to be perfectly honest, I am a spoiled rich bitch.” she grinned at him and then started to comb through her hair with the comb she had brought over with her. “That coupled with the blatant stupidity and then cowardice of the front desk person…well it does tend to ruffle even the best of feathers.” she said and then looked up as she heard a knock at the door.

“I can smell it from here…” she said as she got up and let them bring in the room service. She tipped them heavily and then got a soda from under the bar on the other side of the room. “Would you like something to drink?” she asked him. She made him a glass of what he requested, she was glad the little wet bar was well stocked, and then walked to the dining room table and sat down. She took the cover off of her food and felt her stomach rumble.

“Mmmmm…” she said and started to delicately cut and eat her steak. “So where are you from Mr. Alverson, if you don’t mind my asking?”

Sam smiled at her and laughed a little as she spoke about actually being a rich bitch. He also definitely agreed about the stupidity of the front desk staff. Then there was a knock at the door. Gen got up to let the room service in. Sam got up and moved to the table. He'd ordered chicken and a salad. It looked really good. When she asked about a drink he simply requested a glass of soda. He started eating as she asked where he was from. He swallowed his bite and smiled. "I'm from the Great White North, better known as Canada. It is really white up there now, even on the west coast, where I live. I'm really glad I'm not there now. British Columbians are notoriously bad winter drivers. A little snow and they lose their minds." He smiled and laughed a little. "Anyway, where are you from? Though I assume it is somewhere much warmer and less white."

“I think everyone thinks everyone else is a horrible driver when stuck driving in the snow. Besides, idiocy has yet to be contained.” She laughed softly. She smiled only slightly as he attempted to place where she was from. “I am from Manhattan, though I was in Paris when I left to come here.” She said and then took a drink of her soda. She had just suffered a crushing blow to her ego, having found her boyfriend at “work” with his secretary on the desk of his office in Paris. She had decided it was time for a vacation.

She ate a few more bites of her food and found she had lost her appetite. She covered the dish and took it to the refrigerator in the kitchen and put it away. She then walked to the bar and poured herself a scotch. She took a drink and then went to sit back down at the table. “And what do you do for a living Mr. Alverson?”

Sam smiled as she explained where she was from. He almost made a comment about being in Paris and how fancy that was. Yet, there seemed to be a change in her. It was confirmed when she stopped eating. She'd said earlier that she was starving, but now she was no longer hungry. It did not make much sense, but he decided to leave it alone since she was a stranger.

He continued eating as she put her food in the fridge and then got herself a glass of scotch. When she returned he smiled at her again. "I am a medical researcher. I got my doctorate a year and a half ago. Now I'm working on finding something even stronger than antibiotics. Bacteria are becomming immune to them over time because of our high use of them. We have also only discovered a few new ones. Soon there will be no new ones to discover and they will eventually become virtually useless. I am working hard to find something to take their place once that happens. If I am lucky I will find something and be able to patent it and make some good money out of it as well as help humanity. Helping people is all well and good, but sometimes one needs to look after himself." He gave her a small smile and continued eating.

“Well, it’s a noble cause you are working for. However, however noble a cause, it is unrealistic to expect anyone to do it for free, so I don’t blame you.” she said and took another drink of her scotch.

Outside she could hear the wave crashing on the beach, and she pulled on knee up to her chest and leaned back in her chair. She closed her eyes and listened to it, the sound helping her muscles to relax. After a few minutes, she felt herself starting to doze off, so she opened her eyes.

“Forgive me.” She smiled weakly. “It seems I am more tired than I realized. If you don’t mind, I think I’m going to crawl in bed. I sleep on the right side, I hope that doesn’t bother you, though on that note, you have no choice.” she smiled a bit as she stood and drank down the rest of her scotch, gasping a little when she did.

“Good night Mr. Alverson, I’m sure I won’t even stir when you do get in bed, rest well.” she said and then headed into the bedroom. She got in on her side of the bed and sighed. The sheets were cool and crisp, and the bed was heavenly. That coupled with the sounds of the ocean just outside lulled her right to sleep.

Sam smiled and nodded to her. He ate while she relaxed in her chair. After a little while she said she was going to bed. He smiled at her and didn't care which side of the bed he got. "That is fine Miss Stanton. I hope you sleep well. I hope I won't disturb you when I go to bed. I will try my best not to." He watched her go off to the bedroom and finished eating his dinner.

He relaxed for a while in the sitting room before dressing for bed in a t-shirt and pair of light shorts since he had no pyjamas to wear. He usually slept in his boxers. Once ready for bed he walked into the bedroom and climbed into his side of the bed. He curled under the sheets and let himself drift off to what he felt was a restfull sleep. Yet, as he fell asleep his body tried getting used to the strange bed and shifted a little more than he had expected. His body eventually found the perfect comfortable spot and stopped moving. Unfortunately he'd ended up with one of his arms thrown across the bed. The back of his hand was sitting on Gen's chest.

Gen didn’t notice when he got in bed, not even when he moved with his hand on her chest. She was dreaming of a better time, before secretaries on desks.

“John..” she laughed softly in her sleep. She rolled over and cuddled her body against Sam’s. In her fogged and overly tired brain, she thought she was sleeping with John, and not with some man she had just met, and for the most part argued with.

She put one arm over his torso and moved one of her legs between his, feeling more comfortable almost immediately. She murmured something undistinguishable, kissed Sam and then laid her head back down sighing softly.

Sam had a sound sleep with no disturbances through the night. When Gen placed her arm over him and ended up with one leg between his, Sam did not notice. His body did shift though. One arm lay over her and his dreams changed. He started dreaming of his girlfriend from his third year of university. Danielle had been a gorgous red head. Sam had cared for her a lot. He mumbled "Dee" in his sleep a few times. He even dreamed of Danielle kissing him. He also dreamed of making love to her. In his sleep his cock hardened and pressed against his shorts.

Gen wrapped herself more tightly around him and sighed softly. On some level she could feel his hardness against her, and she sighed softly near his ear. However, it wasn’t until sunlight was beaming into the room that she awakened somewhat.

“John…..John….go close the blinds please..” She murmured, her eyes still closed, her arms still wrapped around him.

Sam slept soundly with dreams of his ex-girlfriend. When morning came he woke to the sound of a woman telling someone named John to close the blinds. He felt someone wrapped around him, but was not awake enough to clue in to what was going on.

His eyes opened slowly and he saw a beautiful red head laying there. It took him a moment to realise it was not Danielle. Once he realised who it was he panicked. He twisted and pulled himself from her arms quickly. He was not sure what was going on, but he was confused. He sat on his side of the bed and waited for Gen to wake up. He was not sure what he would say. He really had no idea how it had happened.

“Joooohhnnn…” She whined as she felt Sam pull away. It was then that she slowly opened her eyes and realized that she had been cuddling up to the guy from last night.

“Oh my God…” she said, her blue eyes opening wide. She opened and closed her mouth a few times and then looked under the blankets to make sure she was dressed. She sighed in relief and then closed her eyes for a moment. When she opened them again she moved to sit up.

“I’m sorry…” she said, her pale skin flushing with embarrassment. “I guess I was more tired than I thought….” she said. She then sighed heavily, thinking that now they would have to argue for the room. “I guess we had better go argue with the front desk…” she said after a few moments. She swung her feet over the side of the bed, but felt like sinking deeper into it as memories of the reason she was here, flooded her brain.

Sam looked at Gen. She seemed as shocked as he had been. He took a deep breath to calm himself. He blushed and was about to appoligise when she did. He shook his head a little. "It wasn't all your fault. When I woke my arm was around you as well. It wasn't just you. I am sorry about that. I should have slept on the couch." He looked at her and got up off the bed. She seemed upset about something.

He tried to smile a little at her. "We don't have to go argue just yet, why not eat some breakfast first? No use in fighting with hotel management on an empty stomach. Come on, I'll pay." He moved to the room service menu and opened it up. As he looked at the options he thought about what had happened. It really had not been bad waking up like that. It had mostly been a surprise because she was a complete stranger.

She made herself stand up and walked toward the living room. “Food sounds good.” She said and then plopped down at the dining room table. “Coffee especially..” She said as she ran her hand through her hair.

She leaned back in the chair much as she had the night before and sighed a little. “I’ll pay for it…” She said, After all, he wasn’t rich yet, and she had practically plastered herself against him. She started flipping through the menu.

“Do you think they have any other cabana’s available?” she asked him as she got up to look for the phone so she could order. “What would you like?” She asked, feeling a little awkward still.

Sam followed her into the dining area and sat across from her. She seemed embarrased still, but also upset about something else. He had the feeling she may have travelled to the island to escape something. However, he didn't know her well enough to ask her about it.

She offered to pay for breakfast and he was grateful for that. He would't argue about it, because it would probably be pointless. She asked about the possibility of other cabanas being empty. Then she asked what he wanted.

Sam got up and grabbed the phone. He placed it on the table and smiled. "I'll have some french toast. As for cabanas, we can hope, but they said all the rooms were taken up. If someone checks out today then I can get a room tonight, but I'm stuck here until then." He placed a hand on her shoulder, trying to show her there was no reason to feel awkward about what had happened. Nothing had really happened between them.

“Thanks.” she smiled at him as he brought the phone over to her. She ordered their breakfast and then set the phone down again. “You know Sam….you seem alright…I mean, if there isn’t anything else available, I don’t see why we can’t share the place, it’s pretty big….I promise not to grope at you again…” she laughed softly. “Besides, it might be nice to have someone around.” she said as she stood up and got a glass of juice.

“My main goal today is to sit in a hammock and drink fruity drinks….let it never be said I didn’t have loft goals..” She teased him. “So, if there isn’t anything available, I don’t see why we can’t share the place if we need to…”

Sam sat across from her again. He listened to her idea. At the part about not groping him again he laughed. He also laughed about her tease about lofty goals. He gave her a smiled. "That sounds ok. Don't worry about what happened last night. It really wasn't that bad. We didn't do anything. So, stop worrying about it. As for those lofty goals, they are not so bad for being on a vacation. I was just going to go swimming and relax on the beach. Take in the sun that is hiding back home right now. After talking to management, of course. So, if there are no rooms left I'll find you on the beach and let you know. Thank you for your offer. I'd be happy to share a room with someone as nice as you if there is nothing else available."