A/N. I just couldn't wait any longer! …and my lovely twin forced me to put up another one tonight… (We don't live in the same city and she obviously have a big big craving to read my story…)

Thank you for your reviews. I hope this has your approval… Coz who doesn't want a little Gina Campbell..!?

3.

10:40 P.M

Jesus fucking god! I've just met the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, experienced or dreamt of, and she checked in to my hotel. MY hotel! (No, not really my hotel, but still…) And she's staying for a whole month!

I feel my breath getting heavier the more I think about it. About her.

For the first time in like…ever, I'm happy about being forced to work every single day. From now on I wouldn't drag myself out of bed every morning, sighing and sulking about having to get to work later on. From now on, I would probably jump of joy every time my alarm clock went of ordering me to get the fuck up! My whole body was tingling with excitement as I continued trying to do my job, even though it might have been the hardest thing I've ever tried to do. My mind flooding over with images of the sexy blonde staying just one floor above me.

People checked in, I acted politely. Smiling, nodding, and pouring their drinks though my mind was in a completely different place. The door opened and I redirected my focus on the woman entering. My humming, as I always did when I was alone in the lobby, abruptly ending.

The woman smiled at me and stepped up to the counter. I looked at her and felt a slight resemblance to something I couldn't put my finger on. Had she maybe been here before.

"Hi there love. " I like her already.

"I'm here to see Naomi Campbell. I'm guessing she just checked in?"

Her mom..? It must be.

I nodded at the woman. "Hi. Yes she's here. Do you want to go up to her room?"

Just the thought of going up to Naomi's room made me blush.

The woman smiled again. "No thank you sweetheart. I think it's her time to come to me. Do you mind calling her up for me, so I can tell her I'm here?"

I quickly obliged. Turning my face to the screen in front of me and faking looking up her room number. Like I hadn't memorized it already..!

The woman looked down, trying to reach for something in her purse, while I dialed Naomi's room. I handed over the phone to the woman once I've heard it starting to ring, but the woman didn't look up, neither taking the phone, apparently she was way too busy searching for something, I'm guessing rather important in her bag. I spoke.

"Mrs. It's ringing." Even I could hear the signals going through, holding the phone up far away from me, almost like it was contagious. I had no what so ever intentions of speaking with Naomi myself. But the woman just held up one hand in front of me letting me know I had to wait. I panicked. Just take the fucking phone!

Then I heard her. "Yes?" her voice was muffled but I could still hear just a hint of irritation. I started shaking the phone. Or was it me who was shaking? It was hard to tell.

"Mrs. I think she's answered. You should take the phone." My hand now completely soaking with sweat. Shit shit shit. But the woman never tore her gaze from her bag. What the fuck was she looking for? I mean, she asked me to ring her up? Jesus!

I heard Naomi again. "Hello? Who the fuck is there? Hello!"

How could the woman not hear her. Her voice was now loud and clear yelling trough the plastic I was holding. At one point, I think I actually felt it vibrate from her screaming…

Fuck me! I slowly placed the phone next to my own ear, and I shut my eyes.

"Hi, it's Emily." Wait!? When did I turn in to a 3 year old? What the fuck was up with my voice.

"Who?"

Great. She remembers me…

"From the reception. In the hotel. That your staying at." In London, you know England. Planet earth..!

"Why wasn't anybody answering?" Her voice still sizzling with anger.

"Someone's here to see you." I tried desperately to get the older woman's attention, with no luck.

"She told me to give you a ring, telling you she was here. She never gave me her name though…"

All of a sudden the woman in front of me muffled something, maybe trying to tell me her name. I didn't hear her.

"It might be Irina…?" It so wasn't.

"Jesus fucking Christ. It's my mom." She sounded less angry.

"I'll be right down. Tell her to wait there." She hung up and I stood frozen in my place, gripping the phone like it was my life being taken away from me, and me desperately clinging on.

What the fuck just happened.

I was quickly drawn back to reality when Irina (?) suddenly spoke.

"It's Gina darling. My name is Gina." I just starred at her, not looking amused at all, which she apparently found even more humoring.

She started to laugh, now looking me straight in the eye.

"I thought you receptionists were used talking to your guests." I so depends on the guest. Stinking old men with a cane and a toupee, no problem. Super sexy beautiful blonde with a smile like an angel, not so much…

I scuffed.

"Yeah. I'm used to it." I tried my best lying to her.

"Sound like it." Gina continued laughing at me. I just thought she was evil. Had she done that on purpose?

We both turned to the stairs as we heard Naomi's steps getting closer. I held my breath feeling a blush once again reaching my face.

Naomi turned the corner.

"What the fuck mom? I never told you to come by." She was staring as her mother, resting her hands on her waist.

"You can't think a mother doesn't want to know where her daughter lives these days. I just had to see it for myself." Gina gesturing, letting her hand sweep across the lobby. Then, all of a sudden, letting it rest on me.

Gulp.

"And to meet the people around you." Around Naomi? I wish! Oh god I was wishing so bad.

Just the thought made me desperately cling on to the phone. Shit, I was still holding the phone!

I quickly slammed it down where it belong, making the whole lobby echo from the impact. Smooth.

Naomi looked at me, sighed and rolled her eyes, then looked back at her mother.

"Mom. Let's go for a walk." She moved towards her, grabbing Gina's arm while she passed her, and led her through the front door, Naomi leaving right behind her.

"By love. Thank you so much for all your help." I heard Gina say just before the door slammed shut.

They were gone.

"You're welcome." Sarcasm oozing from my lips. "And thank you! No really. Thanks for making me look like a complete ass in front of the woman of my dreams. Thank you for embarrassing me to a fucking pulp. Thank you for…" I would have gone on forever if my eyes hadn't wandered elsewhere seeing something lying on the middle of the counter. What is that?

I reached out, grabbing what was looking like a wooden box.

This must have been what Gina was looking for.