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The Lovelane Motel Chp. 9
*** Mark *** "So-Yeah...Alright." Mark remained seated on the bed, nodding his head to nothing, no one, and for no reason as the door clicked shut after the girl went out. He realized what he was doing and decided his brain was still on pause because the only words he could get out after what just happened were those three meaningless mumble - so yeah alright! He had been blank from the moment she had walked out of the bathroom with her eyes glinting flirtatiously. Getting off the bed, he quickly made his way into the bathroom. When he came out minutes later, he was determined to get his head back on track. "Maybe- MAYBE! That should not have happened!" He said while looking around the bedroom for his briefs. Sex was not part of the plan. Quite unexpected. If he were honest with himself, the whole brain pause had begun the moment she stood up from among her friends and walked unto the dance floor. The only thought in his head as he watched her, as she looked at him invitingly,
The Lovelane Motel Chp. 10
*** Solana *** Julie and her fiance, David, did not travel back together the next day as planned. She was still upset when they woke up in the morning, so she didn't return his call as she told him she would. That Saturday was Solana's day off from the supermarket. They spent the morning and afternoon watching TV, window shopping at the mall, and finally seeing a late afternoon movie in the cinema. While they were in a boutique at the mall that afternoon, Sol's phone rang. It was Dave calling her, his last resort after trying and failing repeatedly to reach his girl. When Sol answered the phone, he simply said, "Can I talk to her?" Without a hello. The guy was not Sol's favorite person at the moment, too, so she replied, "She has a phone, Dave. You really don't think I'll help you, do you? After calling me a slut-" "I don't need your help, Sol. Just give her the phone so I can talk to her or I'm calling her mom." "Wow! Seriously? You think threats will help your case?" "Give h
The Lovelane Motel Chp. 11
*** Solana ***Mr. Gonza was now standing two feet from Solana’s table, looking quite interested in her response to his question. Had she been talking aloud? Wasn't it a symptom of madness?"Ah. Yes, sir. Everything’s alright." Solana replied quickly. "Good.Visa is down. Accept other cards and cash. Or have them use the QR code." He informed her."Got it." "Tell the others." He gestured with his head to the other cashiers before turning away. Sol nodded. A customer was now pushing his cart toward her table at the same time while the manager was walking away. The market was somewhat full now, which meant they were about to get very busy. She didn't want to forget to pass the manager's instructions to the others, so she decided now was the best time to do so."Just a moment, please." She told the customer who was now at her table and unloading his cart. Going over to the next cashier, she delivered the message. Then to the next. Moments later, she returned to her table to find Mr.
The Lovelane Motel Chp. 12
Solana entered her apartment, phone on her right ear, supported by her shoulder as she undid her sandals' straps. "How was your flight?" "Exhausting. We hate flying, remember?" Julie did sound exhausted, but that was to be expected. "Plus the frustration with the delays. I can imagine how tired you feel right now." "How was work? Did he show? Perhaps to buy more condoms?" "I doubt he could've used all eleven condom packs in just 2 days." Sol sighed before adding, "And shhh... Dave will start to freak out again if he hears you. 'She could infect you with that type of behavior' Urgh! Silliness!" Her friend laughed as she mimicked the girl's fiance. Then she got serious after a few seconds. "You only have one week or less in that house Sol. I'll speak to him when he's rested. He's still off duty tomorrow. I'll have him all to myself." She lowered her voice seductively. Sol kicked off her sandals and dropped her little knapsack on the sofa. She started to take off her clothes to
The Lovelane Motel Chp. 13
*** Solana ***Solana stood frozen by the open door to the interviewer's office. Facing the door, facing her was 'her' tall, long lash, brown-eyed stranger from Friday night. He was sitting on a large chair, a laptop open in front of him on the scanty equally large oak desk. "Come in." He said without looking up from his laptop.She considered turning around and running back down the stairs, out the lobby, and back onto the street. But she stood frozen for only a moment longer and when she lifted her legs, they carried her forward into the office. Somehow, she remembered to shut the door behind her. On shaky, nervous legs, she went to stand in front of the desk."Have a sit. Welcome." He raised his head to look at her then. His eyes did not linger. It was a very brief look before he redirected his gaze to his laptop screen. There. He saw her. If he was shocked, he was hiding it well. Totally in control of his reaction. Or did he not recognize her? She was sure she was not looking any
The Lovelane Motel Chp. 14
*** The Same 3 Days Later In the late Afternoon ***Solana left for work earlier than usual that afternoon. She did not plan on clocking in one minute before her shift starts. She was just restless and wanted to stop at KAY-EF-CEE for a late lunch before getting to work.As the cab drove past the building, she let herself look at the motel. A camry was driving out of the place. It had been three days and there was no email from Mark yet. Should she be thankful? There was an SMS reminder from the landlord, which came in yesterday. So she was not in a position to be grateful if he didn't give her the job.The cab pulled up in front of her workplace and she got out after paying the driver. She was getting her change when she heard that familiar husky voice. "Miss Jang." She turned too fast and her change accidentally fell off the cab driver's outstretched hand. The man waved in apology and pulled his car out of the curb back onto the main road."Mr. Daniels, hi." She was bending down t
The Lovelane Motel Chp. 15
*** Phil ***Phil stood at the supermarket's first floor, looking below, and telling himself he ought to get back inside his office to reply to an email that was waiting- His assistant appeared with his tab.“I’m pretty sure I said phone, not tab!” He tried his best not to glower at her. She didn't move immediately. Instead, she stood slightly wide-eyed and open-mouthed. He could not tell if that was surprise or irritation on her face and he did not care at all.“Phone, Linda! Go on.” He shooed her away.The truth was he could not recall what he asked her to bring - whether it was his phone or the tablet. Maybe he expected her to read his mind and know the device he needed at that point. Phil was horribly distracted. And very irritated for no reason. He has been standing here, in front of the door leading to his office on the first floor, since he got back from his short break. From where he stood, he could see most parts of the supermarket sales floor. He could not see all the way
The Lovelane Motel Chp. 16
*** Solana ***"Congratulations, girl!" Julie exclaimed over the phone. "You need to focus on what's important here. Which would you choose out of your available options? Homelessness, squatting on David's property, or working side-by-side with that hunk?"Sol's only reply was silence. She just wanted someone to repeat what she had been telling herself all day aloud. Julie was only voicing out the thoughts that had continued to sing in her head since her meeting with Mark earlier today. The only reason she was pretending to ask for the girl's advice was to hear those words aloud. "Also, remember, you love hot bosses. I mean what girl doesn't?""I don't care about a man's outward appearance-""'At least, the manager is eye candy.' Remember that pervert comment from when you got that supermarket job? Don't pretend to forget. Not that you did anything about 'that one' till you're about to quit now."Sol could feel her friend rolling her eyes at that last remark. How in the hell was she
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