The letter weighed heavily in Sasha Carringtonâs purse. For two weeks sheâd carried it around like a talisman, still not believing the words sheâd read over and over at least a dozen times. The only person sheâd shared her good fortune with was her best friend, April Harris, and only because it was April whoâd insisted that she submit her name and qualifications. Sasha had been reluctant to say the least. Iâve never won anything in my life, sheâd groused to herself even as sheâd sealed the envelope and dropped it in the mailbox more than five months earlier. Now her future was only a plane ride away, that is, if she could ever get off work, tie up some loose ends and pack her bags.
The instant Sasha spotted Brenda sauntering through the door, she signed off her computer with a swipe of her Summit Hotel identification card. She purposely ignored Brendaâs syrupy-sweet greeting which she should have given almost an hour earlier. That was no oneâs fault but John Ellis, the manager, Sasha inwardly fumed. Brenda got away with murder and John turned a blind eye. Had it been her coming into work even ten minutes late, heâd be threatening to write her up.
âAnything I need to know about reservations?â Brenda asked while she settled in behind the counter.
Sasha cut her a look sharp enough to slice glass. âGuess what, I really donât have the time to explainâwith you getting here so late and all,â she added just loud enough for Carol, the reservationist at the end of the counter to hear.
Brenda flushed momentarily and tossed her head, flipping her very expensive weave over her shoulder. âFine.â She dismissed Sasha with an arched brow, put on her commercial-ready smile and moved into greeting mode as a handsome, well-dressed man approached the desk.
Sasha sighed as she watched Brenda work her usual spell around him, the way she did with every man who came within sniffing distance. His soft brown eyes didnât even register that Sasha was on the same planet. She retrieved her purse from beneath the desk, said goodbye to Carol and pushed through the revolving doors and out into the humid Savannah evening. She adjusted the strap on her purse higher on her shoulder and headed for the parking lot across the street from the four-story hotel.
âHumph, humph, humph,â a man who appeared to be in his early thirties murmured as she passed. âLove a sistah with some meat on her bones.â He licked his lips like the wolf with Little Red Riding Hood on his plate.
Sashaâs stomach flipped when he grinned, baring a row of missing teeth. She shook her head and kept walking, trying not to let the obvious get her down. A fine looking businessman walks into the hotel and doesnât blink in her direction, yet a toothless, my-job-is-to-stand-on-this-corner man gives her a big shout-out. What is wrong with that picture? she thought as she deactivated the alarm on her car.
She slid behind the wheel, leaving the door open while she turned the ignition of her ten-year-old Honda Accord in the hope of releasing some of the tightly-packed heat trapped inside. She pressed the button for the air conditioning and inhaled a blast of hot air.
âDamn, itâs hot.â She pulled open the glove compartment and took out a wad of napkins that sheâd collected from her various pit stops. She flipped down the visor mirror and peered at her reflection before dabbing her face. Hmmm, she needed a touch-upâbadly. And when was the last time sheâd tweezed her brows? Sheâd all but chewed off her lipstick. No wonder the only catcall she could get was from a toothless hobo. She flipped the mirror back in place.
When the car had sufficiently cooled she closed the door, buckled up and headed for her second jobâthe family catering business, Carrington Caterers. Between her real job at the hotel, the evenings at the family business and the classes two weekends per month for her certification in Hospitality Management and Food Preparation, it was no wonder she looked the way she did. She didnât have a moment to spare for herself, or for anyone else for that matter. Neville, her ex, simply couldnât understand that she wanted more than to spend the rest of her life at the beck and call of someone else, working at something that would never be her own, which was why their ten-month relationship had ground to a halt. She had a plan for herself and she couldnât be distracted by anything or anyone that was not part of her plan.