Vegas!!! Never Felt More Like Home!!

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Sam had watched the island get smaller and smaller, and eventually it was just ocean below them. It was a miracle she had survived, and truthfully she knew she owed it to Rusty more than she was willing to admit. His natural instincts had kept them safe more than a few times, which actually equated to her realizing that maybe he was a bit more

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Sam smiled, having heard this sort of question more than once, and nodded. "Every whim, of course what goes on behind closed doors they really don't report to management, so I'd just ask that you respect the staff of the Montecito, because they respect you." Glancing down to the floor she smiled at her bare feet realizing just how unprofessional she must be appearing to the staff, but then again she was working immediately post rescue off of an island.

"They'll take care of you Sawyer, it might seem a bit much, but trust me you feel the jets in that whirlpool tub? You'll be extremely appreciative." Sam smiled brightly again, and folded her hands behind her back, "I think that's it, again if you need anything just call."

Sam nodded to Amanda and Cora who were no doubt grinning a bit wider than normal at the thought of being butlers to the rather attractive southerer. Sam just shook her head and headed back toward the doors slipping the room key on the small table near the entrance and headed back down the hall to the elevator, where she was just counting the seconds until she was in her own room, in clean clothes.