She was startled. She was jilted. She was completely taken off guard. But it wasn't from being caught...Okay, maybe a bit of her shock came from being caught red-handed, but what surprised her the most was her instant attraction to that voice. It was smooth, and it glided right off the walls bouncing back at her. It was as though that voice had strummed a piece of heart. She also noticed that accent: the one that demanded she listen and follow.
So she turned her attention to the stranger near the door, and she was completely floored. She was instantly drawn to the color of his eyes. A color that should have appeared incredibly light, yet under the fluorescents of the pool room appeared to show a dark intensity. She had not realized that she had been blatantly staring until the stranger decided to speak again,
"Were you about to take a swim? At this hour?"
A small grin was now playing on his lips, and he appeared to be completely amused by her predicament. She opened her mouth in order to form a coherent response but all that came out was,
"Who are you?"
He raised his brows at her response as his mouth slowly grew into a full-blown smile,
"You don't know who I am?" Now, she could tell that he was completely entertained by her situation. He was probably just about ten seconds away from laughing at her, and she did not want to continue to be his playing piece. She was not going to be a laughing stock, not at this moment, not at this place.
"No," she began.
Good, good, that was good, she thought, an actual firm reply given with a firm hand, and now, all I have to do is just command with authority. She raised up her chin and stood her ground.
"I think you should leave," she boldly stated, "no one should be here past midnight."
Great! That was perfect, she thought, that should show him! He would just simply leave her alone now; he'll just take his nice looking self and walk it right out that door. Except...
He still had a grin clearly plastered onto his face and amusement was openly showing through the contours of his face. Her words had not fazed him at all. He moved his hands to his hips as he raised one eyebrow,
"If no one is supposed to be here past midnight, then shouldn't you not be here too?"
Cheeseballs, she thought, I was hoping he wouldn't notice that minor detail. Now, I needed a proper and plausible reason to actually be here. At the indoor pool. At one in the morning.
"I'm this hotel's manager's daughter," she quickly shot out.
Oh no, she thought, I told myself I would never ever use this excuse, but...
"I'm the hotel's manager's daughter," she repeated, "and it's actually a part of my job to check on this pool every night. I have to make sure that everyone gets out and that the cleaning system is working properly."
At the mention of her father, his face seemed to light up even brighter as though this mess could not have gotten any better.
"You're Mr. Williams' daughter? I've heard all about you," he stated in excitement, "Oskar told me that.."
But the cute and swirly looking stranger never got to finish his statement as a loud bang resounded throughout the entire room and quickly came in trouble.
