Unconditionally (Currently Rewritting)

Chapter 5

Author's Note:

I screwed up on the last chapter with Gabrielle's P.O.V, I should have added her conversation with Sophie (ginger that Jensen may be going on a date with) at the end but I totally forgot. So I'm going to write it now.

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-Gabrielle's P.O.V-

Why would you run away? Only idiots run away from the 'great' Jensen Ackles! God! He probably thinks I'm a complete lunatic. Oh, my god, I thought, shaking my head. And where the hell was Rosie? She was supposed to be getting the vacuum but when I'd run into the hallway she was nowhere to be seen. Or the trolley...

Speaking of the devil-well thinking-Rosie walked into the laundry room. Looking up from throwing the linens into the dryer, I saw the blonde's smirk.

"Gabby, I saw the guest arriving that's why I didn't come back." It was a lie. She planned it from the beginning. That was the only reasonable explanation. She knew how to make the bed. She knew the way I'd made was correct.

God, I was so stupid! Instead of giving the bimbo a reply I just glared at her as I piled the linens in the dryer.

Stupid blonde bimbo!

"Gabby, don't igno-"

"For Christ's sake, stop calling me Gabby! You know my name is Gabriella." I snapped angrily. She did it to get on my nerves, I know she did.

Rolling her eyes at me, Rosie walked over to one of the other dryers and pulled out a load of linens. "How cute is he?"

"Who?" I asked, seriously confused. I can't recall ever talking about someone good looking.

"Who? Jensen, that's who!" scoffed Rosie.

I looked up, shocked. How did she-oh! Maybe her story was correct. She'd seen Ackles walk to the door so she didn't bother coming back but why was the trolley missing? That still didn't add up. I think she set me up.

Does she know I could get fired for that?! Of course she does!

I shrugged my shoulders and went over to the table that Rosie had dumped the clothes on. Picking up a sheet, I started folding. "He's... interesting." He was the most attractive guy I'd ever seen! And his voice... Oh, god, his voice.

"Interesting?" Rosie asked, disbelievingly. I didn't want to tell her that I thought Ackles was one mega chick magnet. She probably already knew that so I just nodded.

I looked up at Rosie to see her about to open her mouth to speak.

"Gabriella!" Someone's irritating voice called. Looking over at the door, I saw the receptionist, Sophie, enter. I... tolerated Sophie. She was a little like Rosie; took every chance to get a date with a guest.

"Uh, yeah?"

"Can you cover for me tonight?" I opened my mouth to speak but she cut me off with a wave of her arm. "I've got a date with the incredible Jensen Ackles."

I literally felt my jaw drop to the ground. Ackles had only just asked me to go on a date with him tomorrow! What a scum bag. Don't get me wrong I knew he had a date tonight but I didn't know it was someone from the hotel! Let alone Sophie! Two employees from the same hotel, who would have thought?

"So will you do it for me?" I heard Sophie's irritating voice ask. I couldn't answer just yet, though. I was still thinking of what a scum Ackles was.

I'm so glad I'd said no. A date meant so much more to me than just hooking up for sex. Surely Sophie knew that's all he wanted because, let's face it, she wasn't all that pretty and her voice would be the death of someone. The only person who'd want to spend the rest of their life with her would have to be tone deaf.

"Gabriella! Is that a yes or no?"

"No!" I said. I wasn't going to put my ass on the line because someone I didn't particularly like wanted to go on a date! No! It wasn't happening.

I looked at Sophie in the eyes, determined to keep to my original answer. She was stubborn but I could be stubborn too!

-Jensen's P.O.V-

Asian and Korean, Chinese and Japanese, Fijian and Moroccan French and American, Australian and English, I'd conquered them all. I'd conquered every country, every girl. Name a country and I'd had at least one woman from there.

I'd never had trouble getting a woman into bed. Nor had I ever seen one run away from me before. I mean, all I had to do was smirk, wink and I'd have a crumbling mess of a female. The maid with the ebony black hair that was loosely tied in a ponytail was the first woman to ever reject me and mean it. Sure, I've had women say no to me before but that was only to play hard to get. Never had one truly meant it.

She intrigued me more than anyone. She wasn't beautiful and she sure as hell didn't have a perfect body but something inside me wanted to go on the date with her, not because she would be another girl on the women I'd conquered list but because I truly wanted to take her on a date.

I didn't even understand why I wanted to; I'd only just met her! Hell, I didn't even know her nam-

"I love calamari. It's just so random. Like it's not a fish but it lives in the water," my ginger companion rambled on while taking a bite of the calamari ring and examining it. Why did I have to pick up this chick? I thought as I took a long drink of the white wine she'd selected.

She looked up from her calamari to smile at me. "Uh, you have a bit of calamari in your teeth." I tried to be discreet, pointing to one of my own teeth. She blushed and stuck her finger in her mouth, trying to dislodge the unwanted piece of squid.

"I'm so sorry," she giggled. I closed my eyes and wished I was back at my hotel room with a certain maid. I had to get her. I, Jensen Ackles, couldn't let one measly maid turn me down. I also couldn't pass up the chance to sleep with this woman. What type of man would I be?

"Hey, do you wanna blow this off and head back to yours?" Smirk, wink and she's a crumbling mess, works every time. Well, nearly every time thanks to a certain maid.

"Yes." I called the waitress over and paid for meal then let the ginger lead the way.

The best, I repeat, the best moment of the night was leaving that woman's house to head back to the hotel. Her screams were what turned me off. Don't get me wrong, she had great technique but her voice just killed the pleasure.

And it didn't help that I kept imagining a certain maid.

She wasn't even worth taking a second look at but I found myself continuingly thinking about her. When she'd crashed into my chest it felt like... like... an electric charge ran through my body. I'm not being clichéd or anything; it was, honest to god, the truth. If I had a better word to describe it I would use it but that's what it felt like.

I picked up the phone to call room service and ordered a bottle of the hardest liquor they had. I needed to get this girl out of my head.

Walking over to the sofa, I took my tie off and threw it on the coffee table. I grabbed the remote and flicked on the TV, killing time until the bottle of liquor arrived.

Kicking my shoes off, I propped my feet on the end of the sofa and stretched out. I don't know how long I'd been watching the TV for but soon my eyes were taking on a life of their own; slowly closing until everything around me was completely darkened. I fell into a deep sleep.