I Am Not Your Maid! (On Hold)

Chapter 7 - The Lucky One

Chapter 7

The Lucky One

Lord have mercy!  What are you doing to me?

“Welcome sir!” Jasmine greeted warmly from the table she was at.

He acknowledged her and flashed me a devilish grin. 

My hands were trembling.  Please Jasmine, please take care of him for me! 

I tried sending her pleading looks and begging thoughts, hoping that my anxious thought-waves and bugging eyes would catch her attention and she would understand.  Unfortunately, she looked totally absorbed and preoccupied with her current customer.  I didn’t know what to do.  Someone had to act.  We couldn’t just ignore him in the doorway!

“Jyaa,” my customer sighed, lifting his mug to his lips, “I suppose I’ll let you be on your way now.”

No!  No, no, no, no!  Despite the horror that threatened to stifle me, I tried to not let it seep through my dark brown eyes. 

Graciously (terrified), I thanked him for his generosity with a slight bow and took my tray with coffee, cream and sugar pots to the counter.  I brushed by Jasmine on my way and asked her to help our new customer for me.

Glancing over at him again in the entranceway and taking in his super-model good looks, her eyes brightened.  “Okay!” she replied, all to eager to get close to someone who ought to be in a photo shoot instead of in a maid café right now.

I pretended to look busy at the counter, putting the little pot of cream back in the fridge and a fresh pot of coffee on to brew.  I watched from the corner of my eye as Jasmine greeted him in the doorway.  His hands were casually resting on his hips, thumbs in the pockets of his loosing fitted jeans, his biceps—God I need to stop staring!

Lowering my gaze to my mindless busy-work, I heard Jasmine chatting in a soft, but excited, voice as she guided him to a plush chair to relax in, and read off our menu list.  Despite my attempts at being preoccupied, I could still feel his piercing blue eyes on me.  My armpits grew moist.  Ah geez… so gross…

I glanced at him just in time to see him pointing at me.  My eyes widened as I saw him give a nod of his head and Jasmine turned to look back at me.

Uh oh.

Jasmine’s face drooped as she turned from him and approached me at the other end of the room.  “He said he wants to be served by you.”

No way!

I swallowed.  Of course he would request that I serve him.  So cruel!  I tried my best to flatter Jasmine and convince her to take care of him instead, but she shook her head, telling me how lucky I was.

Luck was not on my side today.

As if walking on eggshells, I ambled over to him, trying to mask the fear that threatened to trip me over my own two feet.

He was still smiling that all-knowing evil smile he had.  “You didn’t greet me when I entered,” he remarked pointedly when I reached him.

I swallowed.  “Welcome sir,” I said, fighting with my quivering voice and lips that trembled from my forced smile.  “Did Jasmine tell you our specials today?”

“She did,” he replied, “but I’d rather hear them from you.”

“Okay,” I mumbled.  I went over the specials quickly so that he could not hear the waver in my nervous tongue.  When I finished, I could see his eyes looking me over slowly.  My face immediately grew hot.