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Computers, Conferences and Kisses
Chapters 6 - 10
Six
Willow was sat at the head of the impossibly long table, her sleek legs crossed at the ankle beneath the
shining wood. To her left sat the heads of the software department, to her right, the men responsible for installing and configuring
the programmes. Both sides were arguing over the reason for a huge crash that had wiped out the systems for three major hotels
and the local school. Willow remained oblivious to their childish debate, despite showering earlier that morning, she could
still smell Tara on her.
All the men in the room turned to look at the woman who was sucking a finger thoughtfully…
and a little seductively. “Ms. Rosenberg?” one of the men asked. Willow shook her head, “What? Oh erm.”
She realised she had no idea what the question was. “What do you want us to do?” The men all looked to her to
solve this dilemma and all she could think about was the ravishing blonde who she had run out on. “What hotels have
been affected?” she asked, the men rustled through their papers before one of them pulled out a list. “The Gellar,
Benson Plaza and oh, The Noxon.” The youngest man told her.
Willows attention snapped back to the conversation,
“Right.” She said, her authoritive tone startling each man. “You fix whatever issues you have here.”
She said, indicating the heads of software. “You go out and upgrade and configure the systems at the school and the
hotels.” The men exchanged sly and knowing smiles.
They had all been witness to her outrageous flirting the night
before and knew exactly why Willow was so keen to galvanise them into action. “I will personally oversee everything!”
she finished and the smiles on the faces of the men grew. “Right on it, Ms. Rosenberg.” They all said in unison
as they collected their papers and left the room, leaving Willow to reminisce over her recent sexploits.
Tara crashed
into her apartment, had showered and changed in record time and as she was pulling back to door, the phone rang. She stood,
contemplating whether or not to answer it. ‘It could be Willow’ she thought and rushed to the phone. “Hello?”
she asked breathlessly into the receiver. “Hey Tara.” Vince’s voice answered her and her heart sank just
a little. “You better get in quick, the computers have crashed and all hell is breaking loose.” He told her, she
sighed.
“Just what I don’t need. I’m on my way.” She told him sadly before hanging up the handset
and sliding back the metal door of her apartment. In a previous incarnation, the building had been a warehouse that the owner
had converted into apartments, the metal doors were left as an ‘original feature’ Tara hated them, they made the
building cold and creepy, plus they were a bitch to open when you were drunk.
As she arrived at the hotel, staff were
rushing everywhere, the manager was glaring at the head of housekeeping and there were customers yelling and shouting at anyone
who looked like they could work there. Vince stuck his head out of the kitchen and grabbed Tara's arm, dragging her into the
hot room before anyone had a chance to spot her. “Where were you last night?” he asked her, adopting his best
‘angry parent’ tone.
“Uh? I was at home.” Tara replied, trying her hardest to look innocent. “No
you weren’t. I called when I got in and you didn’t answer.” Tara opened her mouth to make an excuse, it
was none of Vince’s business where she was, especially as she knew he would be crude and expect details. “And
don’t tell me you were in the shower because I called you 7 times!!” he waggled his eyebrows as she blushed a
deep scarlet.
The door to the kitchen burst open and the head chef entered, a look of pure fury on his face and muttering
expletives under his breath. “Guys.” He said as he saw Tara and Vince huddled in the corner. “You guys could
save my life.” They both smiled weakly, Thomas had worked in the hotel for less than a year but everyone had learnt
not to argue with him, especially if he found you in his kitchen. “Can you do a room run and find out what everyone
had ordered for lunch, the fucking computer died before the print outs were done.” The end of the sentence was snarled
out and willingly they agreed to do this hideous task. “I don’t know why they insisted on having the entire hotel
rely on computers anyway.” Vince said with a sigh.
“Coz they’re all fucking stupid!” Thomas answered
as he thrust menus in their direction. “You’ll have to go room to room, the phones crashed, Jay thinks the computer
meltdown affected those too.” He told them.
Tara and Vince snuck out the back of the kitchen and through the
main dining room. Since many of the guests were still yelling at David, the manager they figured there was no point starting
a room run until the customers were actually in their rooms. Vince slapped Tara's ass with the menus, “So, you little
tramp” he said with a laugh, “You caught up with the red head, didn’t you!?” Tara's grin and blushes
confirmed his suspicion and he howled with delight. “C’mon then, all the sordid details!!” he begged, bouncing
around her like a puppy. “A lady doesn’t kiss and tell.” She told him primly.
Vince scoffed, “Bet
you weren’t no lady last night!” he laughed as Tara feigned mock insult. Before their playful banter had a chance
to spill into fact, David appeared in the doorway. “When you two have finished, you better start finding out what people
want for dinner!” he said, it was clear that he was tired and pissed off. Tara offered him a weak smile and, despite
the stress he smiled back.
In the foyer, the screaming had calmed down as many of the guests had either left for their
days outings or simply returned to their rooms. A large white van pulled up outside and three men emerged, climbing the steps
they announced they were her to fix the computers. Tara smiled as she passed them, ‘now, if all repair people were as
hot as Willow, I’d consider a change in career.’ She thought as she stepped into the lift and flushed at the memory
of the last elevator trip she had taken.
Seven
Caught up in her daydream, Tara hadn’t noticed Vince getting into the lift with her. He stood and
watched as her eyes focused on a memory in the distance, she shifted a little and leant back against the wall, her face flushing
a warm red. “Holy shit!” he exclaimed, making Tara jump. Has her eyes focused on the deliverer of the expletive,
Vince beamed at her; “You did it in a lift!!” he whooped, “Very none stereo type!” he sounded impressed
although Tara had neither verbally confirmed or denied his statement, she hadn’t needed to, her face and body had told
him more than he really needed to know.
As the lift pinged its arrival on the top floor, Tara stepped out. Looking
down the corridor first to her left, then in front of her, she smiled; “Meet you at the other corner?” she asked,
Vince nodded and turned to begin the thankless task. “Tara?” he called back as she started towards the first door.
She turned, a questioning look meeting his soft features. “It’s good to see you really smiling!” he said,
his tone genuine and full of love for his friend. Tara grinned, “Yeah, it is.” She said as she reached out and
knocked on the first of many doors.
Down in the foyer, Willow had seen Tara disappearing into the lift and had grinned
before being accosted into a small office. “Ms. Rosenberg.” David had begun, his tie was loose and his forehead
coated in sweat, the crash had obviously been harder on him than she had predicted. She guided him to his chair and patted
his arm, “Mr. Moore” she said, taking off her long suit jacket, revealing a fitted black shirt that clung to her
small but beautiful breasts. “I understand your anger and appreciate the inconvenience but we will have you up and running
by the end of the day.” She told him, trying to sound certain.
In truth, she didn’t want the hotel up and
running, she wanted to have to be here for a long time, stealing looks at Tara whenever she wanted. Her mind wandered back
to the start of the party, she had seen Tara even before she’d stepped into the room, the blonde had been returning
from the bathroom as Willow had entered and the slight sway in her hips, the way her trousers had hugged her curvaceous bottom
had sent fireworks rushing through Willows body.
“You really think so?” David asked, breaking into her daydream,
“I’m sure of it.” Willow said, not sure if she was talking to herself or the sweaty man in front of her.
She picked up her briefcase and laid it on the desk, “Let me show you what we propose.” She said, drawing
some papers from the leather case and laying them out for him to see.
Vince and Tara had found surprisingly little
hostility as they knocked on doors, greeting the guests with a smile and apology before getting their dinner orders and getting
gone. As they headed down to the third floor, the lift juddered slightly before continuing on. “Good job these are so
old they don’t run off the computer system.” Vince said shuddering slightly at the thought of all those stairs.
Tara laughed as the doors slid open into another identical corridor and the pair stepped out to repeat the process. “Race
ya!” Tara said with a final grin as she jogged off to the first door. Vince laughed and ran to the door on his right.
The first day he had started at the hotel, he had been drawn to Tara, she was quiet but had a fire that he couldn’t
name, although he wouldn’t class her as depressed, she rarely smiled, not a real smile that danced in her eyes and lit
up her face. Not the smile she had been wearing for most of that morning.
As the pair finished collecting orders on
the final floor, Willow was wrapping up her meeting with David, the poor man looked even more stunned and confused than she
had ever seen anyone. Despite trying hard to avoid any jargon, sometimes it was required and she had tried to use words that
wouldn’t bamboozle the poor man further. “Right.” He said, trying to sound like he’d understood her
proposal. He shook the young woman's hand firmly before she packed up her papers and collected her jacket.
Willow
smiled to herself as she stepped out of the office into the foyer. At the same time, the lift doors slid open and Tara and
Vince stepped out. The women’s eyes locked instantly and for the brief second, time and space around them stopped and
they were lost in the depth of the other. Tara smiled, a lop sided smile that oozed sexuality and made Willow dizzy. Vince
nudged the blonde, “She’s hot!!” he said, his time spent with Willow the night before had been limited and
he hadn’t really noticed how stunningly attractive she really was. “Hotter than you could imagine.” Tara
whispered, her skin tingling as she imagined Willow fingers caressing her torso. She gestured to a small corridor immediately
to her right and Willow nodded.
Tara vanished off down the corridor as Willow excused herself and crossed the foyer. Vince
beamed at her knowingly as she reached him and she tipped him a wink.
The corridor now in front of her was devoid
of anyone, there were doors on both sides of the passage and Willow sighed, no sign of Tara. As she proceeded to walk down
the corridor she tried to make as much noise as possible, figuring that Tara was lying in wait in one of the rooms. Passing
4 doors on each side, she reached a junction. “Shit!” she exclaimed and in response heard a giggle, a faint giggle
but a sound all the same. Pricking her ears up, Willow listened hard. “Wiiilloow!” the voice called from what
seemed like miles away. Willow spun in the direction of the voice, her body sparking with passion she walked silently down
the corridor to her left.
Tara listened intently for any sign of Willows approach but her giggles were making it hard
to hear anything else. She felt like a swoony school girl who had skived off her studies to meet her sweetheart. Clamping
her hand over her mouth she struggled to regain her self composure, taking a few deep breaths she leant forward on the soft
towels in the store room and peered through the port hole in the door. Still no sign of Willow.
Unbeknown to Tara,
Willow had followed her giggles and had ducked the glass in the door and was waiting. She knew that when she didn’t
appear, Tara would venture out to find her and so, she waited.
In the store room, Tara sighed, “Come on Willow.”
She whispered as she looked through the glass again. Still seeing no sign of the red head, she pulled the door open and turned
to her right, behind her, Willow stood up and wrapped her arms around Tara's waist. “Waiting for someone?” she
purred as she dragged the startled woman back into the store room.
Eight
Willow walked backwards, pulling Tara towards her as she kissed the soft lips of the blonde gently, her
ass came to a halt on a huge pile of towels and Tara pushed her backwards, lifting her so she could lay back comfortably.
Tara's surprise at being captured had rapidly melted into arousal, her lips following the line of Willows jaw she kissed
and nibbled her way down across the pulsating jugular of the red head. To her relief she found Willows shirt to have poppers
instead of buttons and she pulled each one open slowly, kissing the flesh that was exposed with each release. Willow moaned
softly, her hands gliding through Tara's long, silky hair.
“I’ve been thinking about you.” Tara
purred as she stroked Willows taut stomach lightly before kissing Willow softly, her tongue finding Willows eagerly and caressing
it. As Willow returned the kiss, she found her own tongue caught gently between the teeth of the blonde, her tongue flicking
its tip and inciting a flood of arousal between her legs. She had been on the verge of asking Tara exactly what she had been
thinking but this, well, this made it crystal clear.
She moaned low in her throat as Tara continued to tease and flick
the tip of her tongue, before allowing Willow to kiss her once again. Tara's fingers traced a slow line across her smooth
flank her touch burning into the red head in the best possible way.
Expertly, Tara reached round, unclasping Willows
bra with one hand, her lips pulling away from Willows as she kissed down her neck once again, Willows head fell back as her
soft lips slowly explored her collarbone and breasts. Finding a nipple, already erect, Tara smiled. She flicked it quickly
with her tongue and Willow, who had been expecting a sensuous touch, jumped. Slowly, Tara licked around the swollen bud, the
moans and heavy breathing coming from the woman at her mercy, urging her on. As Tara took the painfully hard nipple in her
mouth, sucking greedily she vaguely heard voices in the corridor.
“I have to get some towels.” Someone yelled.
“They weren’t done this morning and Mr. Moore is having kittens!” Vince, who had been loitering unashamedly
in the area of the towel store, sprinted towards the voice, as he turned the corner he breathed a sigh of relief to see Mandy,
a woman with whom he had spent many interesting nights. “Hey sexy.” He said, turning on the charm. “Let
me do that towel thing for you. Why don’t you sneak off for a break?” She grinned and kissed him softly on the
cheek. “Thanks Vince, I’ll make it up to you.” She promised, thankful for the chance to go for a smoke.
Back in the closet, both women remained blissfully ignorant of their close call. Tara had continued lavishing the
nipples of her lover with attention, her hand stroking lightly between Willows legs.
Willow moaned, a little louder than
the circumstances allowed. “Tara?!” Willow growled passionately. Tara realised that it was the first time she
had used her name and the sound made the wetness between her own legs increase. “Mm-um?” she moaned, her lips
vibrating over the nipple currently within her mouth. Whatever Willow had meant to say was lost under the sensation, electricity
shooting from the point and through her entire body. Tara struggled with the buttons and clasped of Willows trousers, they
were unwilling to allow her access and she growled fiercely with frustration. The sound snapping Willows hands to the top
of the uncooperative garment and releasing the catch with shaking hands.
Tara caught Willows shaking hand with her
own and held it place, an idea striking her. “Show me!” she whispered softly as she guided Willows own hand to
her ever increasing wetness. Lacing her fingers within Willows, Tara slid their hands into the wet panties, drawing gasps
and moans from the woman laid before her. As they worked their fingers gently over Willows clit, Tara kissed her passionately,
the fire within her burning her lips. Willow hand gripped Tara's tightly as she caressed her own throbbing clit, Tara's fingers
extending to slide gently into her, their hands moving in a perfectly choreographed dance of passion.
As Willow flicked
and tapped her clit, Tara's fingers moved delicately within her, finding depths she hadn’t thought possible, her eyes
rolled back into her head and her heart pounded in her chest, so hard she was sure that it would burst clear from her chest.
She tried to call Tara's name, her ability to form words lost as the biggest orgasm of her life ripped through her body, her
muscles contracting at a painfully rapid rate, sweat coating her as a second orgasm followed the first, causing her to scream
out before Tara's lips caught it in a soft and tender kiss.
In the corridor, Willows scream caught Vince’s attention
and he turned, his jaw flapping like a fish out of water. “Wow, she’s good!” he said eventually, clearly
proud and impressed with his friends performance. The sight of David Moore storming down the corridor towards him wiped the
grin quickly from his face. “Have you collected the orders for dinner?” he snapped, his foul mood having returned.
Vince nodded and smiled, trying to defuse the mans temper. “I have to get the bloody towels since housekeeping have
left their minds in their aprons and Mandy hasn’t bothered.” He pushed past Vince and immediately headed for the
store room where Willow and Tara were sharing a post-coital kiss as Willow came down from her orgasmic high.
“I
was just on my way to do it.” Vince yelled after David, chasing the older man down and grabbing his arm as he reached
out for the door. Tara saw the shadow and head of her boss appear in the porthole, she leapt on top of Willow and rolled the
still panting woman on the floor as David turned and peered suspiciously through the glass. “Why are you trying to stop
me going in there?” he asked, eying Vince. “I’m not, I offered to do the towels, Mandy looked fried so I
told her I’d do it and I’m going to.” He said, opening the door and stepping into the dark room. David turned
and left the younger man to the job he seemed eager to do.
Nine
As soon as David had gone, Vince turned his back to the room, his usual willingness to witness women in
the throws of passion suddenly escaping him. “It’s me.” He said bashfully, “Me being Vince.”
He added. From behind a trolley Tara's head appeared, her cheeks flushed and a wicked grin twinkling in her smoky blue eyes.
Moments later, the red head sat up next to her, her hair all over the place and fresh beads of sweat glistening on her forehead.
“What are you doing?” Willow asked him accusingly, her current location all but forgotten. “I could
ask you the exact same question.” He said waggling his eyebrows and making her blush. Tara's look asked him the same
question. “I had to get towels.” He said defensively. Tara raised an eyebrow, “And you chose now to get
them?” she said incredulously.
“Well, Mandy was coming to get them about 15 minutes ago, but I didn’t
think you’d want the interruption. Then David was coming….” His choice of words putting a twinkle in his
eye and an evil grin on his face, “Well, about the same time you were!” he finished smugly.
Willow and
Tara looked at each other, their cheeks burning before they erupted into giggles. Vince picked up a small hand towel and threw
it playfully at the two women, who by now had tears running down their cheeks. “Hey!!” Willow said between inhalations
and threw the towel back at him, revealing a little more to the man in front of her than she had planned. “Ooooh, nipple!!”
he grinned, causing a second wave of deep crimson to darken her cheeks further.
Tara pulled herself out from behind the
cart and pushed Vince out of the doors. “Go, deliver the dinners orders before we get fired!” she said, “I’ll
do towels.” Immediately she regretted her choice of words and dropped her eyes. Vince grinned at her once again, catching
her arm as she ushered him further into the corridor. “You’re happy?” he asked seriously, he knew it was
a ridiculously obvious question and Tara grinned, everything about her buzzing with radiance. “I am.” She told
him simple before ducking back into the room and closing the door behind her.
Willow was rummaging around, trying
to reorganise her clothes and finding it difficult as her hands were still shaking. Tara smiled a lopsided and sexy smile.
The powerful business woman in front of her was pouting at the poppers on her shirt like a five year old trying to tie shoe
laces for the first time. “Need a hand?” she asked, trying to contain the arousal in her voice. Willow looked
up at her and shook her head before resuming her battle of the buttons. Tara laughed and crossed to her, taking her hands
in her own and kissing the shaking fingers one by one. “That’s not gonna help with the getting dressed.”
Willow said breathlessly.
Tara's eyes met hers and she kissed the quivering red head softly on the lips, her hands sliding
up the still exposed torso of her lover and popping the shirt closed. As Tara pulled away, Willow stared at her. “Wow.”
She sighed, sitting down heavily to examine her shirt. “Who’d have thought getting dressed could be fun too?”
The question was obviously rhetorical so Tara watched as Willow composed herself and got to her feet. “I really better
get back to work.” Tara told her, the disappointment dulling the stunning green eyes before her. “I’ll see
you later!” she told Willow as she began loading up another cart with fresh towels and pushing it into the hall.
“You
can count on it!” Willow said as the blonde woman vanished into the maze of corridors leaving her alone and satisfied
in the room.
As Tara emerged into the uncomfortably bright foyer, Vince reappeared from the kitchen, rolling his eyes
and shaking his head. He saw Tara waiting for the lift and rushed over to her. “So?” he said has he grabbed a
handful of towels and began folding them in an attempt to look busy. She fixed him with her best innocent look. “So,
what?” she asked as the doors slid open and she pushed the towel cart in. Vince followed her and dropped the towel suddenly.
“These aren’t…. Tara?” he said, looking at the contents of the cart closely. Tara grinned mischievously
and pushed him, head first into the cart. “No dummy!” she told him, “And what I do in my own time is none
of your business, mister!” Vince fought his way from the mass of fluffy towels and stood up, his hair sticking up and
his face red. “But you didn’t do it in your own time!!” he pointed out, “And what you do when I have
to cover for you, is my business, so spill.” Tara shook her head and flicked a towel at him. “I’m not telling
you, Vince.” She said, although her eyes told him everything he needed to know. “Besides, I think you heard enough
to work it out for yourself!!!” The man grinned, thrusting his hips back and forth and waggling his tongue. “You’re
disgusting!!” she told him as the doors slid open on the top floor and she pushed the cart onto the landing.
“That’s
why you love me!!” he said.
“Just set up the bar before David kills us both,” Tara said as the lift
doors closed, leaving Vince to continue his sexual themed dance on his own. Tara giggled, her friend was so crass and yet
so lovable it was easy to see why women loved him.
Willow had managed to regain control of her basic motor functions
and was walking down the corridor, she realised she had no idea how to get out of this rabbit warren of halls. “Will!”
a voice called out, making her turn. She smiled, the young man jogging down the corridor had been one of the few original
employees she had kept when she had purchased the company. His enthusiasm and hard work impressed her, plus he’d never
tried to hit on her and treated her like on of his team, despite her lofty position above him. These factors lead to him being
on first name terms with her although he had always called her Will, his justification being that she was one of the lads.
She smiled, “Hey Greg.” She said as he reached her, “How’s it going out there?” Greg studied
the woman now by his side and nodded, “Going great, should be up and running soon, a couple of boards got fried, replace
them and a drag queen will be the next President!” the young man realised his boss was physically there but mentally
miles away. “That’s good.” She said automatically. “Yeah,” Greg continued a grin spreading from
ear to ear. “And then we’ll dance naked on the roof of the White House to Y.M.C.A.” his giggles burst from
his chest as he finished the sentence.
Willow snapped back to reality, the young man now leaning against a wall and
holding his sides as tears flowed freely down his face. She joined in his laughter and punched him playfully. “I was
miles away.” She said apologetically once her giggles had subsided. “Somewhere nice, I hope?” the young
man replied hopefully. “Definitely!” Willow said, her green eyes clouding over as she became lost in the memory
once again. “Definitely
Ten
As soon as Tara stepped out of the lift, David grabbed her arm. “My office please Miss Maclay.”
He said sternly. ‘Oh shit, he knows’ Tara thought as she followed him to the small, stuffy room.
Willow
emerged with Greg from the corridor, spotting Tara immediately she flashed a winning smile her way. Tara beamed back as she
disappeared into David’s office.
“Tara, it has come to my recent attention.” He began, dropping
heavily into his seat as Tara sighed deeply, expecting the worst. “That you haven’t received a pay rise since
you started here.” Tara breathed a sigh of relief, her heart pounded in her chest as she realised her close call. “H-haven’t
I?” she asked with a grin. With all the commotion of the morning, Tara suddenly wondered how it was that David had worked
this out. “No, so we will be giving you a pay rise, affective as of next month.” He told her, his stern tone softening
as a smile crept over his face. “Thank you.” Tara grinned, seems like her day was going to go from strength to
strength. The young woman stood and turned to leave, “Oh Tara?” David continued, calling her back to the threadbare
seat she had previously been sat on. “I also want to thank you for your incredible hard work last night.” She
turned and smiled as the memories flooded her consciousness once again. “Ms. Rosenberg expressed her immense approval
and praise of you when I spoke to her this afternoon.” At the mention of Willow name, Tara grinned as her cheeks flushed.
“She was most impressed with your dedication and service.” He finished.
Tara tried to stifle a giggle, she
felt light headed and practically giddy with the praise being bestowed on her. “Thank you, but I was only doing my job.”
She said, trying to sound modest. “I-I should go and help Vince set up the bar.” She said, excusing herself and
rushing out the door.
Vince looked up suddenly as Tara burst into the large room, “Not again?!” he said
exasperated when he saw the flush in his friends cheeks and the twinkle and grin in her eyes. She shook her head. “Is
that all you think about?” she giggled as she lifted the hatch and joined him behind the bar. He shrugged and laughed,
“I’m a guy, it’s not my fault.” He said as he loaded the small fridge with mixers. Tara ruffled his
hair affectionately. “What’s left to do?” she asked, looking around some unfinished job. “Alcopops!”
Vince said, pointing towards the opposite end of the bar, “I already bought them up, they’re by the door.”
He told her.
Tara skipped down the bar and dragged a crate to the fridge under the till. As she shuffled the bottles around
and restocked the fridge she found her mind wandering back to Willow.
Willow was sat in the main computer room of
the hotel, listening to Greg. He was telling her how well everything had gone and that they should have the entire hotel up
and running within a couple of hours. “Just have to reset and boot the main computers and it should be running, unless
we have a worm.” He told her proudly. The other technicians in the room nodded, each one wearing a similar smile and
proud look. “I’ll do the reboot, you guys should take off.” Willow told them, “Cut out early.”
Since the take over, everyone had worked long, unsociable hours to get the company back on its feet. Many had given up weekends
and sacrificed their holiday time, so the offer to knock off early was eagerly taken up. “We start at the Plaza in the
morning!” she told them receiving mock groans of displeasure. “Get out of here!” she told them with a laugh.
Willow followed the group into the main foyer and waved them a cheerful farewell.
She walked up to the main desk
and smiled at the clerk. “Is Mr. Moore around?” she asked. The woman looked around her, Willows tone making her
a little nervous. “Is there a problem, ma’am?” the young woman asked her. Willow shook her head, “No,
no problem, I’m from the computer company and I have to reboot the system.” She explained, trying to put the woman
at ease. The poor girl had evidently suffered a lot of angry people that morning and must have thought that Willow was another
one. She receptionist smile, “Oh right, cool!” she said, the relief of not being yelled at clearly written on
her face. “He’s in the office, you wanna go through?” she said, indicating the small office behind her.
Willow smiled and nodded her thanks.
She stuck her head around the door and saw David sitting at his desk, writing something
in a large file. “I’m going to do a system reboot, providing no problems emerge after that, you should be back
online.” She said cheerfully. The man gave the biggest sigh of relief Willow had ever seen and grinned. “Thank
you so much for your quick response.” He said, “I never realised how much we rely on computers until they’re
not there anymore.”
“I just need the main access computers?” Willow said, feeling a little embarrassed
that she didn’t know which ones had been used to set up the various programmes. “The one behind the desk does
most of it.” He told her, “Oh and the one in the main bar does the catering side.” Willow smiled, and thanked
him before closing the door solidly behind her.
The young receptionist was flapping frantically, the system restore
had reactivated the phones automatically and the large grey switchboard was flashing like a Christmas tree. “Let me
help you.” Willow said as she slid into the chair behind the computer. Her fingers glided gracefully over the keys and
with a few strokes, the phone next to her died. The receptionist grinned at her, “Thanks!” she said as Willow
continued manipulating the system and rebooting and reactivating various programmes. Within ten minutes she had the hotel
back on track, turning to the young woman beside her she asked; “You ready?”
Taking a deep breath, the woman
nodded and Willow reactivated the phone which immediately burst into life.
“Main bar?” Willow asked as
she stood, pointing to the room where she had spent the previous evening. The clerk nodded and reached for the receiver, pressing
one of the buttons, the light extinguished and she greeted the caller cheerfully.
Willow walked into the large room
and saw Vince polishing the bar. “I need your computer.” She told him her cheeks burning a little as she unashamedly
looked around for Tara. “Is that what you’re calling her?!” he said cheekily as Willow spotted the computerised
till and lifted the hatch to get behind the bar.
She raised one eyebrow as she saw Tara, on her knees at its feet, “Hmmm.”
The red head whispered as she crossed to stand behind the blonde, her hands coming to rest on the shoulders of the woman before
her. Vince had joined the women behind the bar and Willow could see him grinning maniacally at the pair. “One of the
perks of the job!” she told him as Tara looked up into her eyes.
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