Convincing My Boyfriend's Father (Sequel to WMEBF)

Convincing My Boyfriend's Father Chapter 20

“She said you’re funny and asked what floor would you like.” He told me.

I rolled my eyes. How the hell would she know if I was funny or not if she didn’t understand what I said? “Okay, tell her we’re looking for a Lisa and Joe Johnson.”

“Uh, ΨάχνουμεγιαέναLisaκαιJoe Johnson?”

The lady frowned. Well, that didn’t look good. “Δεν μπορώ να δώσωπροσωπικές πληροφορίες.”

“Εντάξει, σας ευχαριστώ.” Oliver grabbed my arm and pulled me further away from the counter. I glanced back, now noticing that we were holding up the line. “She said she’s not allowed to give out info like that.”

I leaned against the wall beside us. “What the heck do they think we’d do with the information? Kill them?”

He let out a laugh. “Not exactly. It’s that customer confidentiality thing. Don’t you watch movies?”

“Apparently not as much as you do.” I said flatly.

“Well, I have a plan. Thanks to those movies I watch so much. Just get what you need whenever she leaves. Scream, ‘James Bond’ when you do. I want to feel cool.” He said, strutting towards Mandy and Seb.

What? James Bond? He wanted to feel cool? He seriously needs to stop watching those Bond movies.

I rolled my eyes for like the hundredth time today and leaned back over the counter to the receptionist lady. There wasn’t a line anymore, so when I caught her attention she turned to me with a bright smile. I returned it and said, “I’m going to kick your ass, I’m going to kick your parent’s ass, I’m going to kick your kid’s ass. Hell, I’ll even kick your kids’ kid’s asses while I’m at it. And I’m sure you have no idea what I’m saying, right?”

She paused a moment before giggling. “Είστεαστείο!”

“Ha, yeah. I’m a real hoot, huh?”

“Ah, it hurts! It hurts!”

I furrowed my brows at Oliver’s frantic voice. What the hell…

When I turned, I saw Oliver lying on the ground, his arms wrapped around his left leg. He was balling his eyes out, but without all the tears. He was screaming, practically wailing loud enough that a couple of cops and hotel workers came to help him. Even Mandy and Seb were by his side, oblivious that it was all a trick.

I swear, this guy…

I glanced back at the receptionist lady and stuck my thumb out at Oliver’s hilarious display. “I think he needs your help. You better hurry over there.”

She looked at me confused before making her way to the crowd around Oliver that just seemed to get bigger and bigger. Laughing to myself, I moved around her desk and stared at the computer.

Fuck. I probably should have assumed it was in Greek too. Why didn’t I do the distraction and Oliver get the information?

I pursed my lips. Okay. It kind of looks like the computers back at home, but just in Greek. I noticed a little magnifying glass and clicked it. I just hoped it meant search. I typed in Johnson and about ten Johnsons appeared.

Oh come on!

I looked up at the crowd. Oliver was still going strong with the act, still screaming like a baby. I’m in the clear.

I directed my attention back at the screen. There were two Joe Johnsons and I wondered what the hell kind of coincidence is that in Greece. Rolling my eyes, I quickly memorized the room numbers and turned around and plucked out their keycards.

I clicked escape on the keyboard and moved towards the elevator. My mind blanked for a second, trying to remember what he told me to say, but the words had already tumbled out. “Olly olly oxen free!”

Just as suddenly as he started, Oliver jumped to his feet, squeezing through the crowd and towards me. I laughed out loud as I watched the faces on everyone’s faces as they saw the person that was nearly dying just jump on his feet and leave.

Mandy and Seb looked at us in surprise. I pointed upward and stuck four fingers out. It meant fourth floor and I hoped they understood. Seb looked dumbfounded, but Mandy caught my drift as she grinned and shook her head.

“I thought I said to say ‘James Bond’?” He said as he slipped beside me in the elevator and we watched as the doors closed.

“Yeah, but I just felt like ‘Olly olly oxen free’ was a more perfect fit.” I admitted, lifting my shoulders. “Besides, you’re not as cool as James anyways.”