The Lotus Hotel

Jasmine 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. Walker is going to raise hell at me. I run through the door and quickly to the clerk's entrance.

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

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

I smile. "I honestly don't know. I think I will be late for my own funeral," I say.

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

"Okay. Anything you need me to do?" I ask.

Walker 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, Winston 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 will get Chanel to bring me a bag," I say.

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

"Thanks, Walker," I say.

Walker 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 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 Winston 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 Chanel.

*Go by my apartment and pack me a go-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. Chanel 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 is 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 and go to the same places; we are normal.

I pull my phone and text my sweet husband.

*Jonah love. I am staying at the hotel with Chanel. The rain is going to be bad. I was worried about getting to and from work the next few days. Chanel is going to get my things. When will you be back?*

If he texts me back at all, I will be shocked. I grab some files from the cabinet. Walker is terrible at filing. I try to file as much as possible. At least it gives me something to do tonight.

The rain has started coming in. My husband still hasn't texted me back. I am sure he is busy. He is always too busy for me. I shouldn't think about it like that. He is working. He is always working. He is good to me. Jonah is the best husband. He can be cold, but he is also a loving, sweet man.

My phone dings finally.

*Hey, love. I got your things. I am on my way to you*

At least Chanel texts me back. I put the files away. I look upon the camera and see Walker's car pulling back into the parking lot. I grab a key card and make him a key for 421.

"Hey. I got you a key made for 421. You sure you don't want 423," I ask.

"No, you take it. Is Chanel coming over to stay with you?" he asks.

He always asks about Chanel. She is beautiful.

"Of course, I don't want to be alone," I say.

"Well, let me know when you two head to the bar. I will go with you," he says.

Damn, I should not be thinking how sexy he is. I am a married woman. I guess it doesn't hurt to look. My phone dings again.

*okay, I will be in Arizona until next week. Be safe*

No, I love you. Okay, I will let it slide. I can drink about it later. I check the clock; it's almost time for Winston. I do my paperwork quickly. I see Winston walking up from his room.

Chanel is pulling up in the parking lot. Yes! We can get to the bar and party all night with Mr. Sexy. This should be fun. Who am I kidding she will party, and I will be the wallflower.

Chanel comes through the lobby door at full speed.

"Hey, boo thang. I got your bag, and I got booze," she hollers.

"Girl, quiet," I say.

"Shit, I am sorry," she says.

She is always so loud.

Thank goodness Winston is coming in.

"Hey Chanel," he says.

Chanel leans over the counter. "Hey, Winston," she says.

She is such a damn flirt. "Winston, there is nothing to tell. Everyone is checked in, and I am out of here," I say.

I grab my purse and the keys to our room.

"We go up to the room first," Chanel asks.

"Yes. I want out of these clothes," I say.

My phone dings.

*come to the bar after you change*

"Who is it?" Chanel asks.

I laugh. "The boss man," I say.

"He is hot!" she says.

"That he is," I say.

We get on the elevator, and I hit the button for 4. "What room did you get for us?" Chanel asks.

"423. We got a hot tub," I say.

"Hell to the yes girl," Chanel says.

We get off the elevator and start making our way to the room. I hand Chanel a key and I keep one for myself. She opens the door.

"Is Mr.Sexy staying close to us," she asks.

I point to 421. "He is right there. So do not be sneaking out of the room and knocking on his door tonight," I tease her.

"Oh, no, honey. I would never. I know you want some of that," she teases me.

We giggle as we go into the room. I set my bag down and start to go through it. Chanel packed me enough clothes for a week.

"How bad do you think this rain is going to be?" I ask.

"Well, I doubt we will be able to get home for a few days. It is going to flood. Did you text Jonah?" she says.

I throw my clothes down on the bed that I picked out. "Yes, I did, and I got the typical okay from him. It is so frustrating. I am not going to let it get to me. Tonight we are going to drink and get in the hot tub and have fun," I say.

"I hope the bar has some decent food. I am starved. I ran late at work then had to go to get your stuff, so I am starved," Chanel says.

"The restaurant is open for another hour," I say.

Chanel smiles big. She loves to eat. How can someone so skinny eat all the damn time? I have to work at it. She burns calories with her mouth, I guess.

"Hurry up. I am starved," she fusses.

I let my hair down and fluff it up. I apply makeup and slip into my clothes.

"I brought your heels," Chanel says.

"Great, maybe I won't fall on my face after I drink," I say.

I grab my purse and the key to our room. "Come on, hurry up. If you are that hungry, let's go," I say.

She bounces behind me. We go out the door and head to the restaurant to get the crazy woman some food.

"Are you going to invite Mr.Sexy to come to eat with us?" she asks.

"Maybe," I answer her.

She reaches into my purse and gets my phone. She scrolls to Walker's contact number.

*Meet us at the restaurant*

"Now, Let's party," she says.

Walker POV

My phone buzzes. I pull it out of my pocket. It is from Jasmine. She and Chanel want me to meet them in the restaurant. I am sure it is Chanel. Jasmine would never be so bold and she never eats. Oh Jasmine sweet Jasmine she is never one to speak up or speak out. How I would love to have her in some way. I could think of a few ways I would love to have her and none of them nice.

I grab my drink off the bar. I cannot believe how many people have taken refuge in the hotel for the storm. It makes a good bottom line for the month. I hope they all behave tonight. With the weather getting bad there will be nothing to do but eat and drink, oh and fuck. Drunk tourists are always fun.

My phone buzzes again. Girls I am on my way damn. I look at my phone. It is my brother Bauer.

*Staying at the hotel tonight. I have no power. *

Well, that is odd. He never comes here.He doesn't like to be near this place. He always stays at the five stars close to his house. This should be fun. I bet Chanel will be all over him. I text him back.

*I will be at the restaurant with Jasmine and Chanel. Meet us there. Try to behave yourself*

I put my phone back in my pocket. I walk across the hallway to the restaurant. I open the door and look in. Chanel and Jasmine are already seated. The staff loves Jasmine. She is a great asset to me and this hotel. Other than being late for everything she is great. I will never say anything to her about it. She does so much. She takes care of the staffing, the scheduling, the ordering. I could not run this place without her.

I wave at the waitress to let her know I am sitting with the ladies. I take my seat between them.

"Hello, Ladies. My brother will be joining us," I tell them.

"Really, Bauer is coming here to wait out the storm. That is odd. What does he want?" Jasmine says.

Chanel perks up. "Brother hmmm. So Is Bauer single these days or is he bringing someone with him?" she asks.

I knew she would be on it. She is the polar opposite of Jasmine. Jasmine is calm quiet and reserved. Chanel is wild and outgoing. At times she is not but for the most part Chanel is wild. There have been a few times she has been cold and indifferent to me. She is an odd bird that is for sure.

"Bauer never keeps anyone around for long," I respond.

Chanel laughs. "Sounds like fun for me tonight," she says.

Oh yeah. He is going to eat you up. I guess Jasmine and I can hang out and have a few drinks. I will keep it professional with her. I would never cross that line with her. She is beautiful but she is not that kind of girl. I do not think she would want to play the way I play.

"Chanel behave yourself," Jasmine says.

"What do you ladies want?" I ask.

"Booze," Jasmine answers quickly.

"Oysters and booze," Chanel answers.

"I will order us all oysters and a pitcher of Tom Collins," I say.

I wave the waitress over. "Oysters platter for four and a pitcher of Tom," I tell her.

She takes my easy order and quickly leaves. I look to see if Bauer is coming.

"Nervous?" Chanel inquires.

I give her a scowling look. "My brother is very different. Trust me you will know when he gets here. I want to intercept and get him straight to the table," I answer her.

I know she is Jasmine's friend but damn she is a little bit of a bitch. I hear a ruckus coming from the lobby. Yeah, that is Bauer. He is nothing like me in more ways than one. Bauer my half brother. The one who destroyed our family.

"I will get him," Jasmine says.

She has handled Bauer more than once. She gets up from the table and makes her way to the lobby quickly. I can hear her fussing at him. He usually listens to her. Bauer does not listen to anyone. Anyone who has two eyes knows he has a thing for her.

It doesn't take her long to wrangle him into the restaurant. She comes back with him arm in arm. He pulls out her chair and sits across from her.

"Brother," he says slyly to me.

"Problem in the lobby brother," I ask.

"No No No, I asked Winston to put me in room 421 or 423 and he said both rooms were taken. I asked him to move them and he said that was not possible. I want 423. Think Jasmine can make that happen," he says.

Chanel scoffs at him. "Hell to the No! We are staying in 423," she says.

He quickly adjusts his attitude, "I will just ask for 425, but you girls got to let me use the hot tub," he says.

I figure Chanel will jump on that. He is her type. Bauer is bold and arrogant. The two of them are a match made in heaven or maybe hell is a better term.

"Fine, just do not bring any whores in my room," Jasmine says.

Wow, she got him. I look over to see his face. "Understood," he answers.

I can't believe he did not jump on that. "So where is she staying," he says pointing at Chanel.

Yep, I knew it was coming.

"Fuck you," Chanel pops back at him.

Oh yeah, these two will be in bed together by the end of the night. I can see it coming. I look at Jasmine. She just rolls her eyes. The waitress is back with the pitcher of Tom.

"Please bring everyone a shot of Tequila before people start killing one another," Jasmine says.

Jasmine pours everyone a drink. "Can we all please behave? I am nervous enough about the weather," she says.

"yes, sure, I can behave," Bauer says.

Chanel looks at Jasmine apologetically. "Hear from Jonah?" she asks.

Jasmine cuts her eyes at her. "I do not want to talk about it," she says.

"Trouble in paradise, Jasmine," Bauer teases Jasmine.

"Watch it," she snaps at him.

The waitress approaches with four platters of oysters. She places a platter in front of each of us.

"I'm not hungry, but bring me a double shot of Tequila," she says.

I am worried about her. Not eating is one thing but drinking. She never drinks. "You need to eat if you are going to drink," I say to her.

She nods and starts picking at the oysters. I reach over to her platter. I take the oyster fork and scoop out the oyster for her. I place it on a cracker.

"Open," I say and I slide it in her mouth. Holy shit that just really turned me on. I cannot think of her like that. I have women in my life and she would not fit into the lifestyle I have. She is married for one. He would notice if she was apart of my life.

"That is good," she says.

The table got quiet all of the sudden.

"Shots!" the waitress exclaims when she returns. She has four shots and an extra shot for Jasmine.

Jasmine reaches for the double and drinks it in one gulp. Then grabs the regular shot and does the same. She reaches across me and grabs mine and slams it.

"Bring the bottle," she tells the waitress.

The waitress looks at me and a nod letting her know to bring it. I lean over to Jasmine. "Are you okay?" I ask her.

"Nope but I will be," she says.

I glance over at Chanel who shakes her head at me to let me know not to push it. It must be the husband. He is not good for her. He is good to her but he doesn't give her what she needs. I can always tell when it is getting to her. Something happened. I did notice her looking at her phone. I wonder what he said that hurt so much.

"Do you guys want to hang out in the bar or we could go up to the roof?" I suggest.

"I forgot you guys have that covered area on the roof next to the pool," Chanel says.

"We could all get in the hot tub," Bauer suggests.

Chanel glares at him. I can look at her and tell her she will hate fuck him before the night is up.

"I lit the fire pits earlier. I can close it off so just us have access to it. It could be fun," I suggest.

"One bottle of Tequila," the waitress says as she sets it down on the table.

Jasmine grabs the bottle and her shot glass. "I am going to the roof," she says.

"I am going with her," I say.

"You know I am going to eat first," Chanel says.

"Yeah and I am going to stay here with queen bitch," Bauer says.

Damn, she will either fuck him or kill him tonight. Whichever, I do not care. As long as Jasmine is okay. If she is not okay maybe I can help her be okay.

I grab Jasmine as she rises from the table. "Let me help you," I say.

She leans into me. She has such a sweet scent. She has a scent of lavender and honey. I wonder if I am wrong about her. Maybe she would fit in to my little group.

I hold on to her. "Do you want to go to the roof?" I ask.

She shrugs her shoulders. I take her to the elevator. Just as I am about to hit the roof button she reaches over me and hits the button for 4.

"Can we go to your room?" she asks.

"yes," I say.

I will try be a gentleman. I will not let her do anything she will regret. She leans into me. This is going to be hard. I will let her vent to me. I know she needs someone to drink with and talk to. I know Chanel is not the person for the conversation she needs to have. Oh Jasmine the pleasures I could show your body. The places I could take you. Even though I know I should not.

"He met someone," she says softly.

"who?" I ask.

"My husband. He met someone and he wants a divorce," she says.

I pull her into my arms.

"It will be okay," I say as I kiss her on the forehead.

Jasmine POV

Walker helps me into his room. I have my phone in one hand and a bottle of Tequila in the other. I feel so lost. He is being so sweet.

"Where is my purse?" I ask Walker.

He looks at me, puzzled. "It is on your arm," he answers.

"Oh," I answer him.

I set the bottle down. "I need a glass," I say.

Walker sits down beside me. "Slow down a little. Tell me what is going on," he says.

I pat his leg. "Sure, get me a glass, and I will tell you everything," I say.

My brain does feel a little fuzzy. Walker goes to the minibar and grabs a glass and a coke. "You need anything else from over here," he asks.

I shake my head no. He brings the glass and coke. He sets both on the table beside the tequila. I pour myself a glass of tequila. I open the coke. I look at him. Damn, he is sexy. I cannot think of him that way.

"Are you going to tell me what happened?" he asks.

"Jonah has been working in Arizona a lot. We have always been separated through our marriage, but now he seems to have met someone out there, and he says he wants a divorce," I say.

He pulls me into his arms. "I am so sorry. I will do whatever you need me to. Do you want to stay at the hotel until you figure everything out?" He says.

He just offered to let me stay at the hotel. That would be great. I wouldn't have to look at Jonah's stuff for one. It would give me time to think.

"Really? You would let me stay here?" I ask.

"Yes. You run this place 24/7 anyway. At least that way, you might make it to work on time," he jokes.

I laugh. "Nope. I will probably still be late," I say.

"You are probably right," he says.

I pour myself another drink. "I am not even really that upset, and that is what is upsetting me. What does that say about me as a person? I mean, my husband told me he wants a divorce, and I just zoned out. When I realized I wasn't upset, I got upset," I say.

Walker begins to laugh. "That is a lot. I mean, are you upset or just relieved?" he asks.

I sit for a moment. I think about my marriage with Jonah. He is the sweetest man I have ever met. "I honestly do not think I am upset," I say.

I start to pour myself another. "You need to slow down," Walker says.

I glare at him. "You could drink with me," I suggest.

He gets up and gets another glass from the minibar. He sits down beside me and pours himself a glass of tequila. "Okay, now we are both going to have a hangover tomorrow at work," he says.

"Not me. Tomorrow is my off day," I say.

"Oh yeah. That is right. So are we going to sit here and drink tequila all night, or do you want to go up to the roof and watch it rain?" he asks.

"I love to watch the rain up there. It is so peaceful," I say.

"I know you do," he says.

He is being so kind. He is always nice to me. I know he can be an ass to other people, but he has always been kind to me.

I hear loud noises in the hall. "It's the children," I say.

"Maybe they will go to your room," he says.

"If Bauer stays in my room tonight, I want another room," I say.

"No offense to Chanel, but I bet she fucks him," Walker says.

"Oh, no offense taken, Walker. I would bet money on it," I say.

I try to stand up to get myself another coke. "Where are you going?" he asks.

"I want another coke," I say.

He reaches onto the table and picks up the second one he brought me. "Oh, thanks," I say.

I go to sit back down, and I land right in his lap. "I am sorry," I say.

For a moment, I am sitting on his lap, looking into his eyes. I cannot take my eyes off of him. I lean in and kiss him.

I pull back from him. " I am sorry, Walker. I shouldn't have done that," I say.

He pulls me into him and kisses me again. This kiss has more passion than the first. He draws me closer to him. He runs his hand up my back and cradles me in his arms. It has been so long since someone kissed me with that kind of passion.

I cannot even believe this is happening. I would never have been so bold with him. I am not sure if I should run or if I should go further. What the hell! I am going to go for it.

I pull back and realize I am breathing heavily. Oh my damn, I am so turned on by him. "I will stop if you want me to," he says.

"No, don't stop," I say.

He pulls me back into him and kisses me again. I run my hand along with the buttons of his shirt. I want to feel his perfect body against me. I am acting like a whore. I don't even care. He opens my shirt and exposes my bra.

I cannot even remember the last time a man touched me. Here I am with my shirt open, exposing myself to this extremely sexy man. What the hell am I doing?

I cannot even catch my breath. He pulls my shirt completely off me and pulls me back into him. I push back. I pull up my skirt and straddle him. I want to feel him beneath me. I want to feel his excitement under me.

He pulls me back into his embrace. His hands are all over me. I can feel him growing beneath me. I begin to rock my hips. My wet panties against his hard manhood growing with every rock of my hips.

He unfastens my bra and sets my breast free. He immediately begins to kiss one and grabs the other with his free hand. His other hand is on my ass, guiding me as I rock against him. I begin to moan as he bites into my nipple. I don't know how much more of this I can take. I need to fuck him.

He releases my nipple. I take this opportunity to get off of him. I slide between his legs, undo his buckle, and then unzip his pants. I free him. His huge cock is before me. I take him into my mouth and begin to suck him. He takes both hands and guides my head up and down. He pushes up to meet the back of my throat. He is so large it is difficult to concentrate. All I can think about is getting him inside me.

"Stop," he says.

Oh damn, did I do something wrong? He pulls me off of him. I could gobble him up all night. Why did he stop me?

Still on my knees in front of the sofa, he rises before me and removes his clothes. I watch him taking it all off. His amazingly perfect body. His abs, his massive cock in front of me. He reaches for my hand and pulls me to my feet. He takes my skirt off roughly.

"Come with me," he demands.

I follow him to the bed. He picks me up and places me on the bed. He climbs into the bed with me. He divides my legs. He is on top of me. His massive manhood at my entrance. He leans into me and kisses me. As he kisses me, he pushes his cock hard into me. I gasp at the girth of him. I have never had something so big inside me. He thrust into me hard and deep. I can feel him filling me. My walls are tingling. My body is shaking from his deep impact.

"You're as tight as a virgin," he says.

I moan when his deep sexy voice speaks in my ear. Jonah never did that. He never spoke to me during sex. It was wham bam done.

Walker continues to thrust deeper and deeper into me. His thrust sent a sensation throughout my body. Walker reaches for my wrists. He pins them behind me as if to hold me down. Maybe that is what he likes. He pins me while thrusting into me harder and deeper. I have never had a man fuck me like this.

He slows down and comes closer to me. I can feel his breath against my ear. "Tell me how you like it!" he says.

He pumps into me hard when I do not answer, holding my wrist tighter.

"I said tell me how you like it!" he says in a much firmer tone.

"Harder," I say meekly.

I am not sure what to do. I have never had a man ask me this. He begins thrusting into me harder. My legs start shaking. I can feel my walls tightening around his cock. I begin to moan louder and louder. I begin to cum hard. I have never cum like this before. He keeps thrusting hard into me as I cum.

"Good girl," he says.

He pulls out of me. "Finish me," he demands.

He lays back on the bed. I immediately am on him, sucking him as he demands. I take him in my mouth deep. He is so big I feel as if my mouth is going to crack wide open. He begins pushing my head down further onto him. He moans as he pushes me down. With my head pinned, he cums down my throat.

He releases my head and pulls me close to him. He kisses my lips. I feel like his cum is still seeping from my mouth. "Such a good girl you are," he says.

I lay my head on him. What in the hell have I done?

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