Free Just for Fun by Erin Nicholas Page A

hotel, the Mayor stepped in. He wanted to plan the stay for everyone involved in bringing Tim McGraw to Omaha. In eight months. It could have easily waited until Morgan’s return, but her assistant manager had done a poor job of reassuring him and he’d demanded to have a conference call with her, the hotel and event staff.
    A long, detailed conference call.
    Which she usually appreciated.
    But she didn’t usually have Doug waiting up in her hotel suite.
    “Ms. James?”
    She had just pushed the elevator button when she heard her name. She turned to find a man in a dark suit approaching. “Yes?” She was on the second floor of the hotel where all the administrative offices were housed. They included offices for the department heads of the Chicago hotel as well as several offices for others who worked for Britton Hotels nationwide and worldwide. She’d been given one of the three large conference rooms Jonathan Britton used to meet with his Board of Directors, department heads and managers from all over.
    “I’m Tim Arnet. I’m the head of security here.”
    Morgan extended her hand to the man. “Nice to meet you.”
    “Ms. James, because you’re a special guest here I wanted to address this with you directly rather than involve my staff and your guests.”
    She frowned slightly. “My guests?” She hadn’t misheard the plural on the word.
    “Yes. We’ve had a noise complaint from the east suite on the twenty-seventh floor.”
    Her neighbors.
    “A noise complaint?”
    “Yes. The guest in the east suite is a…musician.”
    Mr. Arnet seemed hesitant to share the information and she guessed the musician was rather famous and the hotel had, of course, promised to keep his identity and location under wraps.
    “His schedule includes sleeping during the afternoon prior to performing at night. Apparently the gathering in your suite is disturbing him,” the man finished. “I was informed you were not in the suite and wanted to give you the chance to address the issue.”
    She felt her cheeks flush. She was the one who helped take care of these things when they occurred in her hotel. She had certainly never caused a noise complaint. Nor did she invite people to stay who might cause a disturbance of any kind.
    What the hell was Doug doing?
    “I’m sorry. I will take care of it immediately,” she assured the security team leader. “Please apologize to our neighbor.”
    She was scowling as she got off the elevator on the twenty-seventh floor.
    She was less than satisfied with how the phone call with the Mayor of Omaha had gone. She was also worried about her assistant manager handling things while she was gone and she now barely had enough time to get ready for dinner. She was meeting Jonathan and Todd and who-knew-who-else in the dining room at seven and she wanted to be early. Now not only had she left a hot naked man in her room, but that hot naked man was causing a commotion.
    Hopefully he wasn’t naked anymore at least.
    There wasn’t any blaring music as she walked toward her suite and she hoped that whatever had been going on was over. But just as she fit her key card into the door she heard a loud shout of “Motherfucker!”
    Morgan pushed the door to the suite open and stood staring.
    There were men everywhere.
    Well, that wasn’t completely accurate, she supposed. They weren’t everywhere . They were gathered in the living area in front of the big screen TV.
    There were only six when she did a quick head count, but it looked like there had either been more of them earlier, or the six had been there for a while.
    There was a huge sub sandwich on the dining table, half of it gone, lettuce and condiment packages spread all over. There were also open chip bags and beer and soda cans all over the countertops of the kitchenette. She walked over and picked up an empty wrapper. Red licorice.
    Wow.
    Teenage boys had taken over.
    Teenage boys were only more dangerous than little boys because they had access