I wish I never took this job. But if it gives me free room and board off-campus compared to rooming with a one-digit IQ football player, what choice do I have? Ugh, but the lady is a witch! She is a dark, beautiful, evil witch with serious 24-hour PMS problems. And talk about obsessive compulsive! Zainna is her name, and I am her slave.
So far, this hotel has had limited guests. It mainly herds the extremely rich and powerful, the um, cream of the crop if you will. I'm one of the many that are assigned the dirty work like cleaning up after them, bringing them food, waking them up in the mornings, etc. while Zainna merely stands at the counter looking gorgeous ad welcoming guests.
Now, this guy called up, complaining that he couldn't find the remote and obviously he refused to manually change the channel himself. So it was up to me to save the day and deliver a remote.
I took a deep breath and knocked on the door, "Room service."
I just put my hand on the door handle when it opened. I looked up to face a man with ebony, curled locks of hair that hung to his shoulders. He had a five o'clock shadow that made his sculpted face look all the more sharp. His honey eyes penetrated me. He stood at least five inches taller than my 5'7 figure, and much, much more powerful. This guy only had his boxers on, and boy, let me tell you, it wasn't just his face that was sculpted.
He smirked, "Place it on the coffee table."
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me, over there slut."
I lifted my hand with the remote and went to slap him, but he caught my hand and dragged me in the room. Struggling for freedom he pushed me against the wall, placed both of my hands over my head in one of his gigantic ones and covered my mouth with the other.
