The voice is deep and manly making Ariana's entire body to freeze.
Ariana does a ninety degree turn and finds a hunk of a guy with impeccable looks half standing and half leaning on the door frame. The guy is staring at her and looks very much perturbed.
It's probably because of that suit he's wearing. Damn, he looks uptight. He should loosen up and live a little, it's healthier, Ariana thinks to herself.
"Are you going to help me or what?",the person asks, annoyance really evident in his voice.
" Are you ... Uhmmm.. Quinton...er..Mr Quinton?" Ariana asks sheepishly probably realising how foolish she sounds .
"Well does that photo over there not answer the question to who will occupy this room" the person replies.
Ariana darts her eyes to the small but elegant bedside table and and for the first time sees a photocopy of the guy standing at the door. His jetblack hair is cut short and competently trimmed in front along with his five o'clock shadow and his immaculate male looks making him a greek god. Ariana is so deep in thoughts about the guy's looks that she forgets he asked her a question, a rude question.
"Well?", he asks.
" uhmmm...y...yes it does...Mr...sir "she replies after finding the capability to open her mouth and the hoars voice she replied with, making her sound like she swallowed a pack of hot potatoes. She feels embarrassed because he caught her staring at his assets.
"So why does my name matter?" He replies, ego and arrogance written on his forehead.
Ariana is now totally shocked by this guy's attitude and her blood is boiling at 290 degrees celsius but decides to look calm. If it wasn't for my job, ehh, only god knows what I would've done to him,she thinks to herself.
"I just wanted to make sure as per orders from Mrs McCarthy", she replies her face expressionless. Then quickly leaves the half organized room with Quinton staring at her.
"So who's going to finish up the cleaning," he shouts after her.
" We all have hands,"she replies.
"That's a lie, haven't you ever heard of the disabled?"
"Yes I have but I don't consider you to be one whatsoever," she replies while walking with her back turned to him.
Quinton is left awe struck, wondering who this cheeky girl is and after doing the rest of the cleaning in his room,he decided to take a quick nap.
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"Ariana"
"Yes Mrs McCarthy" ,Ariana replies.
"Will you please go and tell Quinton that supper is ready and I prepared his favourite."
Uurgh does Mrs McCarthy have to torment me in this way. If this is how things are gonna be, I swear I'll quit and go back to changing bedsheets at Murphy's hotel, it was less painful.
"Will do Mrs McCarthy."
"Oh, and by the way, I'm sure you're wondering who Quinton is, well he is my well beloved only son."
Ariana feels as though she has been poured with frosty ice cold water. Her son?can this get any more amazing.
Mrs McCarthy continues to incoherently blather." Little Melany, his younger sister is on a vacation with her dance crew in los Angeles. She'll be back within the next two weeks."
Holy crap. Now I'll have to deal with two rich brats who will treat me like some unformatted domestic worker. Great, I couldn't get a better blessing right now.
Ariana finds the door open with Quinton sprawled on his king sized bed asleep. Ariana hates to admit it but Quinton is the sexiest butch alive with a muscular body that is able to make any feminine person drool, except for her of course, or at least that's what she thinks.
The green eyes open. "You're checking me out" Quinton says with a plastered side smirk.
Eskom, lights out, load shedding. Ariana is at a loss of words because she's been caught staring... again. She quickly recovers and fakes her multimillionaire smile.
"Was that a question or a statement because if it's a question, you're stupid and if it's a statement, you're dumber than I thought." She returns her gaze to him .
He simpers at her. " How can I help you ."
"Mrs McCarthy says supper is ready downstairs." She turns to go out.
" Okay, before you go, do you mind-"
"Yes I do."
"What?"
"Mind."
"What, telling me your name?"
Ariana is very much embarrassed and does not know what to say, fortunately Quinton's phone rings and when he answers it, Ariana takes the slip to sneak out of the room.
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Ariana's Motorola old model phone beeps. It's nearly knock off time and she has to meet up with her tranvestite friend who was away to a family vacation in Rome for the last four weeks.
Ariana checks it and finds a message from Shaun.
"Gal you gotta be kiddin me. I've been sitting here at Mica go's coffee cafe 4 about 3hrs and had more than 3 coffees and there's still no sign of you. Where the fuck 'r you?"
Ariana smiles at the message and types, "Hold your horses big boy, I'm still at work. I'll be there in thirty minutes" then clicks send.
Ariana is excited about her friend's return and forgets to knock when she takes in Quinton's linen to his room. She opens the door and finds a half clad Quinton only wrapped with a towel around his lower body parts.
"What the heck!!!", Quinton does a nervous glance towards the door while holding tightly onto his towel that is serving as his trousers at the moment.
" Uhm... I'm really sorry." Ariana quickly gets out of the room at the speed of lightning, her face red with abashment.
This for her is an example of the worst day ever.
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