*James* 

I watch Lindsay walk around the front desk and stand in front of me. Bold.

"I'm bored." She whispers against my ear.

"You've said that already, baby." I pull her body up against mine, but don't kiss her yet. Yet.

"Wanna fool around?" She untucks my polo shirt, and I look around, making sure no one is in the lobby. I swallow hard when Lindsay's hand gravitates down to my pants, making me harden instantly. She's really, really bored tonight. 

"Storage room." I breathe out as she attaches her lips to my neck, making me close my eyes for a second. "I need to still be able to hear if someone comes through the doors or elevator."

"Lead the way, Mr. Gallo."

I look around one more time, then take Lindsay's hand, rushing us to the storage room near the elevator. It's a small room that has all the things for the front desk. Printer paper, stuff to make the coffee, all that.  I keep the door open a crack for the light and feel Lindsay press her hand against me, making my breath hitch.

I kiss her passionately, needing to feel something. Anything. Lindsay knows that's all this is now. We are friends. Friends who sometimes fuck when we are going through a dry spell. And apparently, she's going through a dry spell.

I push her against the one free wall that doesn't have shelves, and she unbuttons and unzips my pants, letting them drop down my legs.  Her mouth is everywhere. Her hands are everywhere. And I'm now throbbing, needing to be inside her. My hands travel up her thighs and I scrunch up a handful of her sundress, pushing it up to her hips.

"No underwear?" I groan when I feel her bare skin. She arches her back instantly from my touch, and I press myself against her thigh while getting her off with my hand.

"It gets in the way. I knew you were working. You take long enough as it is." Lindsay smirks at me and bites my earlobe lightly, sending a bolt of electricity through my body. It doesn't take her long for her legs to start trembling from what my hand is doing, and I watch her face as she hits her high, closing her eyes tight and arching her back from the sensations. Jesus Christ she is so hot. Why did we break up again?

I quickly pull myself out and hold her dress up to her hips. I grab her leg and wrap it around my waist and thrust into her. Hard. For some, it may be too hard. But not Linds. She's used to me.

 And there you have it.  We have sex in the storage room. Lindsay has three orgasms before I'm willing to give in and come, dropping her to her knees to finish me off with her mouth.

"Jesus Christ, Linds." I lean back more and close my eyes.

Lindsay stands up and straightens her dress. "That felt so good, James."

"I know, right?" I breathe out, trying to settle down now. I smile at her while tucking my shirt back into my pants. Once she sees I'm ready. She opens the door fully and looks around.

"Coast is clear." She announces. Thank God. I can't imagine how embarrassing that would be if we got caught. Wouldn't be the first time.

Lindsay takes my hand, and we walk out of the room together. She pulls me in for a hug.

"Thanks, James. I'm not bored anymore."

I inhale and shake my head while smirking at her. She's not bored anymore. That should hold her off for a while.

"You'll come by and grab Maggie later?" Lindsay asks, like we didn't just fuck in a closet.

"Yep. I'll get her right after work." I nod.

"See ya around, Mr. Gallo." 

I watch Lindsay leave the hotel and resume my spot behind the lobby desk.

*****

*Trisha*

Nate lets me use his gym that's on the first floor whenever I want. He gave me the code when he first moved in. It's late and I couldn't sleep so I head to his complex to workout.

 The place is dead tonight. I start walking on the treadmill and then up it to a 45-minute run. I'm actually surprised I don't see Nate down here tonight. He sometimes works out later in the evenings, but I also know he had some Contract dinner to go to. Maybe he's wiped.

Once I hit the 45-minute mark on the treadmill I hop off and grab a towel, getting ready to do some light weights. Before I do, I open up the calendar for work to see what tomorrow brings.

I notice Nate blocked off time. All it says is Cara. Underneath in parenthesis says ""West Hills Hospital & Medical Center/ Room 312"

 Shit. He's going to see his sister at West Hills Hospital?

I sit on the bench and stare at the calendar. Why wouldn't he be visiting Cara at The Avalon? That's where she lives. The only reason she would be at West Hills is if her Bipolar is acting up ... to the point the staff at The Avalon couldn't handle it. Shit shit shit! This is all Nate needs.

 I decide to skip the rest of my workout and head upstairs to see if he's home. God, I hope he's home and not out drinking tonight.  I grab my shit and head to the elevator.

Nate is used to me barging in, but after walking in on him having sex with someone we made a rule that after 6pm is off limits unless he knows. But the way he's Been drinking lately, he doesn't know whether he's coming or going. Now dealing with the stress of his sister on top of it? That's only going to make matters worse. I will just go in and check on him to see if he is safe and sleeping. 

I press the numbers for the code and the elevator opens. His house is dark, but I can see from the city lights of the balcony. I can also HEAR really well too. Fuck!

His door is closed and by the sounds of it, Nate is home, clearly making some woman VERY happy right now. Her voice fills the room, and his bed hits the wall repetitively. As quiet as possible I rush out and jump back into the elevator.

Holy shit. That was a close one. He'd kill me if he ever found out! I lean against the elevator wall and take a deep breath while I exit the building. Glad one of us is getting laid tonight.

*****