Part of Corrigan realizes that he should be at least a little concerned about the way hes already affected the rumor mill. No doubt the entire staff will know about his deeply unprofessional interest in Kurt within the hour.
But he can't bring himself to care, not when he has the full force of that sweet megawatt smile focused on him, not when he doesn't have to share Kurt's attention with anyone. All he feels now is triumphant.
So he nods along to the description of the amenities, the decor, satisfied that he can get by with just knowing the overall big picture. If he hires Kurt as an assistant, they can remember the specifics. If he hires Kurt as an assistant, he can require a dress code that involves pencil skirts and stilettos and --
That particular line of thought is interrupted by the sight of the room. It's a very nice room, clean and neat and decorated in a very neutral fashion. The wallpaper is cream-colored, the bedspread a basic floral print that must be repeated in thousands of hotels across the world. There's no reason that it should tug insistently at his memory, like he's seen it before. Maybe in a movie? A TV show? It looks like a stock photo of a hotel room. Why is it so familiar?
"What's the closet space like?" Corrigan asks, distracted, frowning at the unassuming bedspread and trying to remember.
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Date: 2023-03-29 04:29 am (UTC)But he can't bring himself to care, not when he has the full force of that sweet megawatt smile focused on him, not when he doesn't have to share Kurt's attention with anyone. All he feels now is triumphant.
So he nods along to the description of the amenities, the decor, satisfied that he can get by with just knowing the overall big picture. If he hires Kurt as an assistant, they can remember the specifics. If he hires Kurt as an assistant, he can require a dress code that involves pencil skirts and stilettos and --
That particular line of thought is interrupted by the sight of the room. It's a very nice room, clean and neat and decorated in a very neutral fashion. The wallpaper is cream-colored, the bedspread a basic floral print that must be repeated in thousands of hotels across the world. There's no reason that it should tug insistently at his memory, like he's seen it before. Maybe in a movie? A TV show? It looks like a stock photo of a hotel room. Why is it so familiar?
"What's the closet space like?" Corrigan asks, distracted, frowning at the unassuming bedspread and trying to remember.