The Abductor Hotelier EBS 4 (UNEDITED)

Prologue

Demetrio's POV

I was sitting on my couch, in my penthouse on the top floor of one of the Grandt Pallos-Petropoulis Hotels, a luxurious hotel, with thousands of chains around the world owned by my friend and me.

I was staring at the grand ceiling but not seeing it. I've been ruminating on that pesky woman who seemed to have invaded my peaceful system.

For the past six years, Nicholas and I turned this business into billions. We also own hundreds of private beaches and restaurants around the world. I shared this success with my friend, Nicolas Petropoulis where the name came from, Grand PP Hotel.

A loud rap on my door broke into my train of thought.

Finally, he came. Our HR director, Kurt Thompson.

There has been a complaint from one of our premium customers on the 46 floors, Mr. Daniel Smith. Our Manager suddenly left the position for an unknown reason, so I had to deal with it.

Daniel Smith is a businessman in his early thirties.

He complained about this new waitress who served his meal one day.

How and why she splashed the cold water on his face, was something that I wanted to know.

This girl had intrigued me.

I know Mr. Smith was a bit bastard sometimes, but he is a valued customer.

I rose to my feet and headed for the door.

I opened it, and there, Mr. Thompson, clad in a black suit standing in my doorway. He is a bit taller, just enough to cover the girl who caused the ruckus in my hotel three days ago. Her head was hanging low, so it was hard to see her face.

Mr. Thompson was looking worried and apologetic. He is in his mid-late thirties.

"I'm sorry to interrupt your rest, Mr. Pallos, but I have Athena here with me." He uttered apologetically as he moved to the side and turned his head to face the woman.

I shoved my hands in my pocket and watched the girl, named Athena De Rossi, as she moved forward and looked up.

I felt that kick in my chest, and then my heart started to drum like a mad drummer.

My body stiffened, and my lips curled upward into a smirk when our eyes met, and I saw that fiery spirit again.

Hello there, my quick-tempered temptress!

"You?!" I asked when I finally pulled my shit together. "Your name is Yvonne..." almost mumbled as I controlled that sudden excitement, and for the life of me, can't understand where it was coming from.

"Athena Yvonne De Rossi, Sir!" she corrected dryly.

I am still stunned at how pretty she is, even when she is only wearing her black and white uniform with her golden brown hair, tied in a bun like our librarian back in our high school days.

She wasn't wearing any face paint and yet she was a stunner. With her natural red bow lips, deep-set eyes, and a few specks of freckles in her upturned nose, she looks perfect, absolutely gorgeous.

I have never seen a girl with a bare face before except our employees at home, but she could give those women I've bedded before a run for their money.

"Ehem!" she faked a cough to get my attention.

"Do you still need my presence, Mr. Pallos?" Kurt's voice snapped me back out of my wayward thoughts.

I stood upright and straightened my shoulders as I tried to pull my shit together. It's only a few minutes in front of her and I'm acting like a love-struck fool.