Chapter 2 - a wicked plan

Daniel had that air of entitlement when he started at the hotel. He was a good-looking nineteen year old who had had this opportunity far too easily - and it showed in his approach to his work. He certainly wasn’t going to win any 'Employee of the Month' awards and he didn’t really fit in with the other staff there. This was a five-star hotel, and his attitude rubbed people up the wrong way. Daniel was not a five-star sort of guy.

Already a couple of weeks into college and Chelsea still hadn’t been swept off her feet by someone better. She was too heavy for most guys and Daniel was perhaps a bit too much of a pretty-boy for her to look elsewhere. Even Marie had to admit that the nineteen year old scrubbed-up well in his uniform. But then, a pert little ass in a pair of dress pants had always done it for her. Good for a quick fuck, even if he was just a lazy nineteen year old.

“How do you fancy earning a little extra cash in your paycheque each month?” Marie asked George, the head chef. She’d considered this plan for some time, but had waited to see whether she needed it first.

“I’m listening,” George nodded, lowering his head and stepping in closer to listen; sensing that he was about to hear something that the other staff were not going to be privy to.

“As you know, Daniel is dating my ex-step-daughter, and I have to admit that I’m not altogether happy about that.”

George nodded, seeming to understand why.

“He’s here because I’m trying to keep them as far away from each other as I can.”

“A wise decision,” George agreed.

“The problem is…” Marie continued, lowering her voice now for the very sensitive part of her plan. “He’s a bit too… ‘good-looking’ for her. She's a beautiful girl but... she’s never going to move on with someone better; not while her boyfriend looks like that!”

“Right…” George slowly nodded. “I’m not sure I’m entirely following.”

“What I’m getting at…” Marie tried, thinking how best to put it into words. “…We provide all his meals, three times a day.” She paused, hoping that George would catch-on, but he still seemed oblivious. “Extra whipping cream in his desserts; too much butter in his sauces. You hear what I’m getting at?

“Oh, right!” George nodded, catching on to the idea. “That’s simple enough,” he agreed. “These things do take time though,” he added cautiously.

“Well, I want him gone as soon as possible. So just see what you can do,” she winked, slipping a fifty into the chef’s pocket as a little incentive to get him started.

“Yes, Ma’am!” George smiled, heading back into his kitchen as Marie walked on.

“Good morning!” Marie smiled breezily to Daniel, as the handsome guy strutted by. “It’s a beautiful day isn’t it?” she grinned.

Daniel smiled awkwardly back, as if his boss was a little too cheery for this time in the morning. But as she went by, Marie couldn’t help but take another peak at that fine, sexy butt. She smiled wickedly to herself at the perfect karma of her plan, and then headed outside for a quick check-in with grounds maintenance staff.