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Table of Contents
Bellhop Service by Sean Michael
Snow Bunnies by BA Tortuga
Hospitality Sweet by Chris Owen
Snow Vacation by Julia Talbot
Summer Fling by Sean Michael
Snow-Falling by BA Tortuga
King in his Sights by Chris Owen
Kink in His Leg by Chris Owen
Snow Blind by Julia Talbot
Love Boarding by Sean Michael
Spring in His Heart by Chris Owen
Reconnecting by Julia Talbot
Crossroads by Chris Owen
Vacation, Jarheads Style by Sean Michael
Bellhop Service
By Sean Michael
Jimmy grabbed Mr. Williams’ bags and took them out to the man's big black SUV. Like in the
movies. The bad guys already drove a vehicle like that. Mr. Williams was a nice guy, though.
He collected his tip and wished Mr. Williams a safe trip home before heading back into the lodge.
The sky was really blue today, sun shining brightly. Cool enough to freeze his ass off, too, his
breath freezing on his eyelashes.
He shoved his hands into his pockets and went in the employee’s entrance. He had a break coming
and he'd been smelling cookies all morning long. He hoped they were white chocolate chunk.
Those were his favorites.
He hung his jacket on one of the hooks and headed for the big kitchen at the back. It smelled even
better once he went in; there was bread baking as well as the cookies.
Chef Sandy was holding court at the staff table, the little red-head going over the day's menu with
the other cooks and the servers.
Jimmy tried to be inconspicuous as he went over to where the cookies were cooling in their trays.
There were times he wished he wasn't six feet four.
There was a grease-covered man, standing over by the stove, working on the vent-a-hood.
He snagged a handful of cookies -- white chocolate chunk
and
double chocolate, score! -- and
ladled himself a mug of hot chocolate from the ever-present pot. "Want a cookie?" he asked the
greased up guy.
"Dude, I so would. Put it in my mouth for me? My hands are filthy."
"Sure." He held one of the double chocolate cookies up to the guy's mouth, shoving it in. "So you're
the new handyman, huh?"
"Yep. Cameron Mills." Well, it sounded more like 'cam'n ills.'
"I'm Jimmy Maloney. I'd shake your hand, but it's kind of ick." He bit into one of the white
chocolate cookies. Oh, man. Sandy was the best cook ever.
Cameron chuckled, leaning under the vent-a-hood and banging away.
Jimmy watched, munching cookies and drinking the best hot chocolate in the area. Cameron had a
really nice ass.
"Are you going to be able to fix it, man?" Sandy wandered over, smiled at him, and then looked at
Cameron. "There's a huge party tomorrow. I need that fixed."
"I'll fix it. It's easy. I swear."
"Oh, party!" Jimmy bounced for a minute before he realized he was probably going to be working
all day on set-up.
"Not a staff party. A wedding. Yay." Sandy looked so enthused.
He did bounce then. "I like weddings. I like seeing people be so happy."
"You're a sweetheart, aren't you? Hand me that crescent wrench."
He found the one that sort of had a crescent shape at the top and handed it over. "This one?"
"You're a dear. Thanks, honey." Man, he liked Cameron's voice -- a little country, a little husky.
"You want another cookie, Cameron?" He had one white chocolate chunk one left, but he could
give it to Cameron; he'd had four.
"Sure, if there's enough. If not, no big." Warm dark eyes smiled over at him from the square, tanned
face.
He checked to make sure Sandy was out of earshot and then leaned in. "I can also sneak a few
more."
"Oh, you're a wicked one."
Oh, man. That was sort of hot, in a oh-fuck-me-now hot sort of way.
"Sometimes." He popped the cookie in Cameron's mouth and that was kind of hot now, too.
Of course, the growing bulge in those tight jeans was even hotter.
Jimmy found himself staring and he couldn't seem to stop until he realized that was pretty rude, so
he snapped his eyes up to Cameron's face, cheeks flaming.
Cameron chuckled softly, gave him a half-grin. "When do you get off, honey?"
His cheeks were still blazing, but he couldn't help but grin back. "Not 'til four o'clock." He worked
the early shift, dragging bags out for folks checking out, helping to set up for the days events,
whatever.
"I'm off at five-thirty. You want to share a beer?"
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