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“That’s why I wish we could pay you. You care more about these kids than yourself.”

I shrug, unsure what to say. Instead, I change the subject.

“Someone had an idea earlier. To have like a throwback activity where we play old slumber party games, like telephone.”

Margot laughs. “The kids don’t play that anymore? A shame. I like the idea. Let me look into implementing it. Thanks, Kendall!”

“You’re welcome. I should get going, but it was good to see you.”

“You, too. Take care of yourself. Go have some fun!”

I turn around before she can see my blush. I do plan on having some fun, but I don’t think it’s the kind that Margot would approve of.

It’s the kind that involves three huge guys and awholelot of pleasure for me.

12

Kendall

At home after a long shower, I stand in front of my closet. What am I supposed to wear as a tour guide? I want something that will make me look good but is also comfortable.

Flats are a must. I can’t be walking around town in heels. That would end badly for everyone involved.

I pull out a black pair from the bottom of my closet. Okay, I have the shoes. Now what goes with them?

There’s a black skirt that I haven’t worn in years hanging all the way in the back. I slide it on, and it’s tight, but it still fits. It hugs my hips and gives me an hourglass figure. I like it, so I leave it on.

For a top, I opt for something nice. I push aside my business casual tops. Behind them, I find a blouse I’ve never worn. The tags are still on it. I don’t even remember buying it, but I do love the dusty rose color.

I hold it up against myself in front of the mirror. It looks like it’ll go well with the skirt, so I slip it on over my bra. It’s a bit snug on top, like most shirts are with my large breasts, but the bottom fits well. The flowing fabric covers my undesirable stomach without calling attention to it. The cap sleeves cover the fat on my arms, and they’re not overly tight.

This is the best I can do on short notice. I really need to do some shopping if the guys are going to be around all week. My closet is not filled with great options for seducing three sexy guys.

Not that I’m trying to seduce them. I think we’d be great friends. What happened was probably just a one-time thing.

Though there’s no denying the fire behind their eyes when they look at me.

I shake the thought from my head.Don’t go there, I warn myself. I grab my phone and my purse, which just happens to be the same shade of pink as my top, and head for the hotel.

Despite having lived in Boone for years, I’ve never set foot in the town’s pride and joy, our five-star hotel. It’s the only skyscraper in our tiny town, having over twenty floors of rooms.

I take a deep breath and push through the heavy gold doors. Inside, everything is bright and shiny, yet also manages to look antique. The lobby is decorated like an Italian chapel. The vaulted ceiling is painted with intricate, colorful designs, including some biblical scenes, which is fitting for Georgia.

The front desk looks like it belongs in a museum. It’s taller than any check-in counter I’ve ever seen, with gold leaf covering the front. The carpets are probably hundreds of years old. This hotel was built less than fifty years ago, but they took care to make it look a lot older than it is.

Even the workers look like they stepped out of the past. A doorman stands guard, wearing a trench-coat style jacket with gold buttons. On his head sits a fancy top hat with a wide brim. To finish off the look, he holds a black cane that is most definitely for show.

I feel like I’ve stepped into an amusement park ride, not an actual hotel. How did I not know it was like another world in here? I don’t belong in a place this fancy.

My clothes feel itchy against my skin. The guests milling around, waiting to check in or go to a fancy lunch, are wearing extravagant evening wear. I look like a country bumpkin in comparison. Why didn’t I go out and get something nicer to wear? The guys would’ve understood if I was a little late. Surely, they’re expecting me to look like I belong in this hotel. Instead, I look like a little girl lost in an adult world.

No, I say to myself.You belong here.

I summon all the courage I can manage. I look good. My skirt is short and tight, but it looks good on me. The top fits my body shape, and it’s not like I’m wearing ripped jeans and a ratty old t-shirt. I need to stop comparing myself to everyone else and just act like I belong here. If I pretend hard enough, I might start to believe it.

Tanner told me to meet him at his room, so I head for the elevator and hit the button for the top floor.

The elevator doors open to a grand hallway with just one door.This must be Tanner’s room, I think.I wonder if the other guys have similar spaces.