A/N. I'm so sorry for keeping you all waiting for me and my update. But real life got in the way and I've been visiting the "Big City" and I had no time at all to work on this…

But I'm back now with tons of ideas! So I'll just leave Gaga, beer and Girl-Parties behind me, and start writing instead.

Elsa, I will try and grow a moustache. You just need to give me some time...! ;) And J, we're totally doing this, aren't we!?

10.

02:20 A.M.

I didn't even know why I was crying but the tears just wouldn't stop falling down my blushing cheeks. With all that had happened tonight, the last thing I actually was feeling, was sad. Naomi had almost kissed me.

The feelings were swirling through my whole body and I felt angry, confused, happy, and like I was alone all at once. But I didn't feel sad. I mean, Naomi had almost kissed me.

And yeah, she did leave me here without a word and with the look of death, but that didn't really matter either because, the words just kept repeating themselves in my mind, Naomi had almost kissed me.

I lift my hand up to my mouth and gently brush my lips back and forth, the place where I need her to be. The tears must only be my body needing to react in some way to everything that had happened, and I began wiping them away with my jacket covered arm. Get it together Emily. I regain my train of thoughts and continue working one whatever it was I did before Naomi stepped through the front door.

The evening passes rather quickly and I manage to keep myself quite busy from thinking about the scorching blue eyes and they're blonde owner.

I even get the whole weeks cleaning done and when I'm just about to finish the sandwich I started eating a couple of hours ago, the phone goes off. I place everything I'm holding down at the counter and pick the phone up, but just as I'm about to say hello, the numbers on the screen hit me with an intense force. 113. Shit, shit, fucking shit. My hand starts to shake uncontrollably and I just about manage to place the phone next to my ear without dropping it.

"Front desk." My voice comes out huskier than usual.

"Hi, this is Naomi calling from 113."

I almost drop the phone again just by hearing her beautiful voice.

"Yes hello." Usually, at this point I ask the person on the other end if there's anything I can do for them, help them with or something that ends with a question mark, but this time, I just couldn't do it. I just couldn't make my mouth pronounce the words I wanted to say, so I remained silent instead, waiting for her to speak.

"Yeah I think I might need some help up here." Naomi sounded nervous. I can't believe it. I can actually make her nervous to. So it's not just me then?

"What's wrong?"

"The light in my bathroom went out. You think someone can come up and fix that for me? I kind of need that light to get ready for bed." Bed, dark, Naomi. The words flashing through my mind made my legs buckle and I had to grab on to the desk in front of me, retaining myself in an upright position.

"Yes. Sure. I'll fix that for you." I was breathing heavily and tried my best not to make her notice, but probably failed miserably.

"My colleague will be here in about 5 minutes, so if you don't mind waiting that long, I'll come up to your room as soon as he gets here? I'm not allowed to leave the reception unattended."

"Fine." And she hangs up.

I couldn't tell if she was irritated or nervous. Her last words came out way to quickly for me to read and I suddenly felt terrible. That woman is like, I don't know, Fort Knox. Impossible to break through. Just as I put the phone back to where it belongs, the front door open and Eric walks in with a big grin on his face. He's wearing a big t-shirt with the letters FTW on it, and I can't help but to smile at him. He might be a dick, trying to fuck every woman he comes in contact with, but he always manages to make me laugh, even how miserable I might be feeling.

"You all right Red?" He grants me with the biggest smile as he approaches the counter for me to hand him the key for the locker room.

"Yeah. I'm fine." I hand him the key. "It's just this guest. She needs help with the lights in her bathroom, but I'll run up to her as soon as you're done changing."

He's face lights up even more.

"Is it that hot looking blond on the first floor?" How the fuck did he know that?

"Cos if it is, I call dibs. Jesus fuck she's one gorgeous piece of ass!" He bangs his hands down on the counter and starts moving his hips in a rhythmic motion, gesturing him fucking Naomi. His smile stretches all over his face and all of a sudden, I feel like slapping that creepy smile right of him. How dare he speak about Naomi that way.

"No it's not." I impress myself again with how good I've gotten at lying these last couple of days.

"But you've seen her right? She's one hot babe, isn't she?"

"I guess." I twitch my shoulders up, letting Eric think I don't even fancy the blonde.

"You're crazy Red. She's like the sexiest woman we ever had staying here at our hotel, besides that time the two Bulgarian sisters stayed here." For the life of me, right now I couldn't understand why I liked him.

"Right. Go change. I don't want to keep Nao…uhm, I mean naomber 109 waiting. She had some complaints earlier and I don't want to put fuel to her fire." I was sure Eric noticed my fuck up, but he'd already started walking towards the changing room. He turned around. Shit.

"109? That bitch. Yeah you can handle that one. I'll be right back and ready for the exciting night that will follow."

If that was true, I was more than happy to believe it, if only for a little bit.

The walk upstairs felt like fucking ages and I was completely terrified as I reached Naomi's door. The images from earlier making guest appearances in my fucked up mind more than once, causing my whole body to tremble.

As I knock on her door, I forget how to breathe.

"Yes?" I hear her footsteps getting closer.

"It's Emily. I'm here to fix your lights." Be cool Emily, be cool.

I hear her unlocking the door and then she opens it quickly, almost hitting me with it. I take a couple of steps back, and just as I see the light shining brighter than ever from her bathroom, a hand grabs me and pulls me inside.