Excerpt~
Fantasies: New Year's Eve
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The chirp of his walkie-talkie phone pulled Eric away from his little trip down memory lane. The
excited voice of his boss, the senior manager, blared from the phone’s small speaker. The
anticipated, hugely important penthouse guest had arrived.
Eric sighed, annoyed. The famous crime-thriller author D. M. McAllister would be staying at the
resort under the name Dexter Mitchell. Only Eric and his boss, the senior manager, knew Mr.
Mitchell and the author were actually the same person. Eric had been ordered to ensure Mr. Mitchell
enjoyed his stay and was not disturbed, which would only add more work to his already hectic
holiday schedule. As the doors opened and their newest guest approached the desk, he pasted on
his most professional smile.
McAllister stood several inches taller than Eric’s own 5-foot-ten height, and was a lot more
muscular than Eric would have expected a writer to be. His arms strained against the sleeves of the
black t-shirt he wore, and his long legs were shown to perfection by a pair of worn blue jeans.
The author removed his sunglasses as he reached the desk, and Eric stopped, caught for a moment
by the beautiful eyes those sunglasses had hidden. They were a deep, clear blue like the warm ocean
water outside. They went well with his chocolate brown hair, square jaw, and slightly crooked nose.
The photos in the back of his books clearly didn’t do him justice. He was without a doubt the
most attractive man Eric had ever seen.
“I’m Dexter Mitchell. Is this where I check in?�
His professional smile back in place, Eric nodded and began the check-in process. As he’d
been instructed by his boss, when he finished he escorted Mr. Mitchell to his suite. After pointing out
the amenities, he handed Mr. Mitchell the key. “You won’t have to worry about being
disturbed or bothered while you’re here. Only Mr. Turner and myself are aware of your identity,
and I’ve been instructed to use the utmost discretion. If there’s anything you need, don’t
hesitate to call the front desk,� Eric finished his spiel. “I hope you enjoy your stay with us, Mr.
Mitchell.�
“Please, call me Dex. ‘Mr. Mitchell’ makes me feel old.� As he spoke, Dex grinned
for the first time and Eric was momentarily stunned by the warmth of his smile. He shook off his
paralysis quickly, however, and went to the door.
“Have a nice evening, Dex.�