On the usual Monday morning at the Inn, the staff were working and the owners were wandering the halls to make sure everything was going smoothly.
However, this Monday, things were a little different.
The bell-boy was stood in his usual spot, expect he was yawning every couple of minutes and he looked half-asleep.
The desk girls were there, as were the cleaning staff, but the concierge was nowhere to be found.
"We're open at all hours of the day, Lexie! Why the hell weren't the doors open?"
The younger woman folds her arms over her chest with a shrug, "It's not my fault your stupid concierge forgot it was his shift!"
Meredith Grey, co-owner of The Grey Shepherd Inn, rolls her eyes and taps her heel-clad foot against the carpeted hallway floor.
"We almost lost guests."
"Yet again, not my fault."
She swirls her tongue in her mouth as she watches her younger sister (half-sister, that is) lean against the pillar in the middle of the hall.
"Stand up straight!"
Lexie Grey perks back up and throws her shoulders back as she tugs on the edge of her black dress. "Can I go now, please? In case you haven't noticed, we have guests and I left April alone to manage the desk."
Meredith glances over to the other woman stood behind the reception desk, her hands flat against the counter and her eyes wide, obviously clueless and overun, "Sort that out." She waves a hand in her direction, "She looks like she's about to crap her pants."
Lexie nods and turns to walk away then, heading back over to her spot at the desk. She takes her seat beside the petite redhead and crosses her arms professionally, "How's your third day going?"
April doesn't reply, instead she just turns in her chair and raises a brow, "What was that about?" She asks curiously.
"Mer was having a go at me because Webber didn't show up for work this morning. It's not my fault the old guy couldn't get out of bed," She explains and April nods, seemingly agreeing with her.
The brunette goes to continue when a male voice cuts her off and she groans, "Dude, I was trying-" She cuts herself off short and pauses, staring up at his face with a smile.
"Excuse me, Miss-?"
She eagerly nods and stands up, holding out her hand, "Lexie. Please, Lexie." She introduces herself.
The man, greying-hair and slightly older than her, grins and shakes her hand, "Mark Sloan." He lets go of her hand, and rests his own on the desk top, "We'd like to book two separate rooms."
He points between himself and the man stood beside him, clearly absorbed by his phone and not really paying attention.
"Alright. We can offer you-" Lexie begins, looking through the computer to check the availabilities.
"The best you have." Mark interrupts her, nudging the other guy, "Avery!"
The other man looks up with an irritated frown, "What?"
"This beautiful lady was just booking our rooms for us, and we want the biggest suites they have, isn't that right?" He quips to receive a nod in response.
The other man, Jackson Avery, gives Lexie a quick smile to content his boss before his rolls his eyes and glances around the room. He stops his gaze on the redhead behind the desk, her head tucked low and her forehead creased, "Hey."
April looks up and her breath catches in her throat, his eyes sending her into a soft trance, "Uh... hi."
He smirks and continues to stare after her for a second before he turns his attention away and she stands up when Lexie hands her a keycard.
"April, can you show Mr Avery to his room while I escort Mr Sloan?" Lexie forces and shoves the card into her hand.
The redhead frowns and toys with the key, "But that's what Alex-"
"April! Do it." She mumbles and rests a hand on April's shoulder to turn her around and push her in front. "Alex will manage the desk if he needs to." Lexie mutters and quickly smiles at Mark, hitching a brow, "Do you not have any luggage?"
Mark shakes his head and follows the brunette as they all step into the elevator. "No, we aren't here for long. Just on business." He tells her.
Lexie nods with a flirtatious smile and turns to face the lift doors as they close. "Okay, so your rooms will be on the twentieth and twenty-first floors. Now, it's not the penthouse, but-"
"That's fine." Jackson cuts her off, leaning back against the wall and staring up at the ceiling. He takes a long breath, his eyes captivated by the vent in the roof of the lift, before he brings his gaze back down to eye-level.
The doors open and they exit the elevator, heading down the long hallway. Lexie stops a couple of doors down and she slips Mark's keycard through his fingers to swipe it through the lock.
Walking straight past them, April leads Jackson down the hallway. They stop at the end of the corridor and she fondles the card for a second before successfully managing to enter it into the lock. "This is your room." She chews on her bottom lip and places both of her hands behind her anxiously, clasping the door handle as he enters the room.
"Did you do anything last night?"
The woman holding a broomstick grunts and spins around, her eyes daggers and her hair a curly mess, "Yesterday was Sunday."
The man in front of her just shrugs, "I know."
"Does anybody ever do anything on Sundays?" She, Cristina Yang, asks him.
She was a forty-year old woman with black hair and of Asian descent, and her attitude stunk.
The man however, Owen Hunt, was a former-soldier and his personality matched that of a lonely dog. He was a janitor at the hotel, and the only other person aside from Meredith that Cristina seemed to be friendly-ish with.
"Wanna hang out?"
She lets the large rug flap back to the ground as she moves the broom and proceeds to sweep the matt, "I'm working."
"So am I."
"Well, I'm actually working. You're just standing there. Go empty the trash or something." She tells him, her tone deadbeat and completely ignorant to his eyes on her.
Truth be told, he's always had a thing for the moody cleaner. She was short-tempered, somewhat-constantly-angry and she seemed to get pissed off pretty easily by the little things, but none the less he'd always had the weird hots for her.
"This is a nice room."
Mark turns around to find Lexie stood in the room, her hands clasped behind her back and her face straight.
He smiles, with slight confusion, and raises a brow questionably, "Are you going to ask me something or-"
The brunette moves her hands to her front and reaches for the top button of her dress. She begins to undo them one by one and Mark just watches her, clueless as to what is happening.
She walks closer to him and smiles devilishly as she leans up to push his jacket from his shoulders.
He only then notices that the door is shut and she's basically taking advantage of him.
"What is this?" He's certainly not opposing (how could he?) but to say he's confused would be the understatement of the century.
She continues to remove his jacket and then pulls on his tie, unravelling it before dropping it onto the floor.
Lexie places both of her hands on his chest and pushes him back, his legs colliding with the bed. She hovers over him then, her legs straddling his thighs and her dress hanging half-open around her body. He can see her black lace bra all too clearly and she pulls down one of the straps.
He has no idea what this is, or if he should be paying her, or if this is some kind of all-inclusive deal, but he won't complain.
Definitely not.
"Then he started sucking my neck, but all I could picture was his hands wrapped around his gross dick and I couldn't do it. That was it."
The blonde across the pool laughs, swinging the large pole back and forth in the water to collect the leaves and dead bugs, "I told you. Stop all this male-female bullshit and just pick a sex." She suggests.
Arizona Robbins was the hotel's pool manager and lifeguard. She was an average height blonde with enchanting eyes and a perky smile.
The woman on the other side was the resident physical therapist, Callie Torres. She worked in the Spa, giving massages and therapy sessions to guests at the Inn. She'd been brought up by orthopedic surgeons, so she'd always been interested in the human body, but she'd never developed the urge to cut people open and inspect their bones.
"I know, I know." Callie reasons, nodding her head as she stares into the pool full of now-clear blue water, "You got any women to hook me up with?"
Arizona laughs and shrugs, "I told you; I'll do it. You wanna see what it's like to be with a woman, I'm right here. Anytime."
Callie grins and tilts her head to the side as she readjusts the towel over her shoulder, "And I've told you; we're really good friends and I don't want to mess that up. If things got weird, I could never look at you again."
The blonde rolls her eyes and removes the pole from the water and steps away from the side to place it back down beside her lifeguard chair.
"Just saying."
The brunette smirks, "Well, thank you for the invitation. But, I think I'll try to find a stranger first before I hook up with my best friend."
"Your loss."
"I should go." April tilts her head to the door as though she should be leaving but his soft smile pulls her back in.
"You don't want a drink?" Jackson asks her, bending down to the mini-fridge in his room.
She tries to stop her eyes from drifting to his ass, ignoring how tight it looks, and she glances around the room, wondering what Lexie is possible doing.
"It's only eleven o'clock." She retorts and he chuckles, standing back up with a smirk.
He places a glass and a bottle of Scotch on the table beside the bed, twisting the cap on the bottle as he speaks, "Well, I work for a huge company so I'm stressed out all the time and I need it." He pours himself a drink, deposits the bottle back down on the table and lifts his glass to her level with a smirk, "Cheers."
She smiles, biting her lip again as she watches him take a long sip, and she's convinced that he takes his time on purpose. She knows he's watching her, his bright green-blue eyes catching her every move.
"Do you want a water?"
She shakes her head and leans back against the door frame, "No, thank you. I should- I need to get back downstairs." She explains, gulping a shallow breath when he grins again and walks closer to her.
Her back straightens and she clears her throat nervously when he stops right in front of her. She finds it weird; she knows absolutely nothing about this man and yet he still manages to have some sort of chemical power over her.
She doesn't move when he reaches a hand out to her face, brushing a strand of fallen hair behind her ear delicately.
"Thank you."
She simply nods and licks her lips, wanting him to touch her a little bit more because she (kind of) enjoyed the feel of his hand grazing her skin, "You're welcome."
The smirk on his lips is obvious and he takes another sip of his scotch as she goes to leave, quickly turning around and walking straight into the door. She mutters a quick 'shit' under her breath and he holds back a laugh at her clumsiness.
"Goodbye, Mr Avery"
She leaves then and he can't help but smile.
No, he would be seeing her again.
He'd make sure of it.