Kill Me Quick

Chapter 3

"Who's there?" The man asks abruptly, turning to me. I turn the other way, my cheeks flushing. This is so embarrassing. I can still hear the echo of my short scream, which was more like a startled yelp, and I lower my head even lower.

"I asked, who's there?" He repeats authoritatively, making me realize I'm still with the man in the same room.

"Uh, sorry. I'm waitressing for Mr. Adams who poured some liquor on his jacket so he asked me to exchange it in room 836 and so I got in with the key card he gave me and I'm sure it's the right one or else it wouldn't ope..." My explanation is cut off by the man.

"Get in here and find me a black shirt." He orders, and now I turn to him confused. Okay, did I just call this male species a man? I deserve to be executed or rather be tortured for eternity. He's a god. His face features! He's looking down, so I can't really see his eyes, but the nose, plump lips, and his trimmed beared says a lot. His hair seems too perfect to be in anyone's head  and let me not get started on his body... my eyes travel down his captivating body feasting in every detail.

"You are fired!" He barks, breaking me from my fantasy.

"Huh?" I ask dumbly, my mind still not catching up to speed. Does he have this effect on every woman? I'm sure he does.

"He doesn't say anything but turns and starts walking towards a wall, and I run towards him and stop in front of him before he collides with it.

"Can't you see?" I blurt out. I realize my arms are on his pecs, and so I remove them immediately. By immediately, I mean a few seconds later. They felt so good.

"Damn, this room." He curses as I move aside, and he turns in the opposite direction. "Where's the door to the bathroom?" That's when I realize it. The guy is visually impared.

"I'm so sorry I didn't realize it." I immediately apologize for my comment. Without thinking, I hold his hand, but he yanks it away.

"Don't touch me." He almost yells, but I raise my hands in surrender.

"Clearly,this is a new room, so I want to help you navigate through it." I explain. He doesn't say anything, and so I turn to the closet and take out the black shirt he asked for earlier, even if it's a bit late
I realize there are three of them, and so I pick a random one. "Here's the black shirt you asked for." I tell him before putting it on his arm. I turn around to give him some privacy.

"What's your name?" He asks.

"Why? So you can know who you just fired?" I ask jokingly, but he doesn't seem to like the joke. Okay...

"Lilly." I finally answer.  He hums. I turn a few seconds after I hear no sound. He's done. "I'll now help you navigate if that's okay with you." I say. He doesn't say anything. He just looks a head on my left. "Can I hold your hand?"

One, two, three, four, five seconds pass then I hear a short hum. My cue. And so I start  directing him, telling him when there's an obstacle. I stop there, let him touch it to know everything that's happening.

We don't talk about anything else as we go around for about ten to fifteen minutes. Just as we're about to go back into the closet, we hear a knock, and I start leading him to the seat, but he stops me.

"That will be all." Is all he says before turning and walking to the closet all by himself. I don't question him as I walk to the door and find Kristy there knocking with a worried face.

"You've been gone for long. I was asked to check up. What have you been doing in this suit for so long?" She asks while trying to peek behind me. For some reason, I don't tell her about the Greek god inside.

"I got lost. Let me pick up his jacket." I lie. She nods, and I turn and walk back into the closet. I don't see him anywhere and so I just take the jacket and walk to the door. 'He's probably in the bathroom'. I think to myself. We go to the elevator and back to our floor. Mr. Adams is already tipsy and busy talking to his associates,  so he doesn't even notice I'm back. I put the jacket on his side and head towards the exit. Our time here is over.

Mr. Abruzzi hands each one of us an envelope and directs us on where to put our uniforms after we're done. We leave the place and hop into a cab, and soon after, we're home.

"Wish we could have seen Luka Lauder." Kristy sighs as she drops on our red couch. "I heard he's sexy as fuck." My mind immediately goes to the blind man and something suddenly clicks.

"You're fired." He had said that. It was clear. How did I not see it.

"Is he blind?" I ask. Kristy looks at me weirdly.

"Why would he be blind?"

"Just asking. Does he own the Country Club?" Kristy thinks about it for a second before she shakes her head negatively.

"Wait... in a way, yes. It was founded by his stepdad, but since he died, it's not said who's it is." She says as if remembering the piece of information. "He's the one who hired us tonight, though." She adds making me still.

It was him. The fact that Kristy doesn't know Luka can't see seems like it isn't known to the public, and so I don't say anything about it. She knows about everything.

"I'm gonna sleep." I announce, but I know I won't be getting enough sleep. A certain god will be keeping me awake, and maybe today I'll be looking for my batteries. Nope. I'll definitely look for my batteries.

I need to release this sexual frustration my childhood crush gave me.

I hear a short scream just before I get into my room and turn already frustrated.  "What?" Kristy is on the couch looking at a piece of paper.

"Four grand." She says, waving her check. I take out mine too and see the same. It was supposed to be four thousand shared between us, but instead, we got twice. An involuntary smile comes to my face.  My dream of opening a bakery is coming soon.

"See, I told you this is a good idea." Kristy rubs in my face, and I roll my eyes at her before getting into my room. I take a quick shower and immediately look for my vibrator and batteries.

Soon, I'm  realeasing low moans as I think about Luka Lauder and how his skin felt against my palms. I let my brain take over with all the wildest imaginations as I come for him again and again.

For the first time after dad died, I have a peaceful sleep.