Red Dead Redemption II [ one shots ]

Bathtime - A.M [Part Two]

"Y/N! We've got a customer!" My boss yelled up the stairs. I groaned, pausing in the action of slinging my coat on.
"But I'm off now!" I complained, "And it's getting dark! Get one of the other girls!"

It was just dusk, and I'd been working all day. I was dying to get myself home, tired of being around people and longing for the solace of my little cabin.
My boss poked his head around the corner, "He asked for you specifically," he hissed. "It'll be quick, and I'll see you home after if it's too dark." With that he was back downstairs, and I could hear him telling the customer to go ahead in to the baths.

Forget the customer. He can wash himself I'm sure. I pressed my lips together to avoid letting loose another groan of frustration. I hung my coat back up, and glanced in the mirror.
Taking in my appearance, I scowled at the black and blue bruise decorating my cheekbone. Some lowlife had given me a nice backhand when I'd objected to being fondled a few days ago. Bastard. I'd made sure he'd think twice about hitting me again.
I blew out a weary breath. I was becoming sick of this job. The money aside, it just wasn't worth the trouble. Regular beatings aren't a powerful incentive.

I fixed the bodice of my simple blue dress and straightened my skirts. I headed down the stairs, my gait unhurried. I glared at my boss as I passed him, and he frowned at me reproachfully. "Just one more, Y/N, and you're off tomorrow." He promised, and I grumbled under my breath.

I knocked softly on the door to the baths. "Care for some assistance?" I called, trying to hide the reluctance in my tone. Say no, just say no. Who wouldn't want to take a nice, relaxing, bath alone? I'd kill for that luxury.
"Yeah, okay," The man called back. I stiffened, recognizing the voice.
Holy hell its the guy i blew a kiss to. I winced, hoping it wouldn't be too awkward.

Internally cursing my impulsive ways– I slowly opened the door, and unhurriedly walked in, keeping my gaze down. I kneeled by the tub and picked up the sponge, ready to get the job done and get out.
I summoned my courage and peeked up, immediately meeting his eyes. They were a beautiful blue and I almost smiled, before looking back down, embarrassed.

"Nice to see you again sir," I murmured, politely. "Let me know if the water gets cold." I began washing the dirt off his arms and shoulders. I could practically feel his gaze intently on my face.
"Where'd you get that bruise?" He asked suddenly, voice gruff. My movements stilled, but I recovered quickly and rinsed the sponge out.
"Nowhere sir," I replied, leaning over to wash his other arm. He gripped my wrist, stopping me, and I accidentally dropped the sponge into the bath water.
"Look at me, will you?" He demanded, tilting my chin up with his other hand. I was frozen, my heart thundering in my chest. He skimmed the tips of his fingers over my cheek, so lightly I thought I was imagining it. "Goddamn animals." He muttered, his grip on my chin firming. The feeling of his hands on me made me shiver, and the knowing look in his eyes made it clear he noticed. Oh god.

My mouth twisted with a wry smile. "Most would say I brought it on myself, sir." I said, trying to break the tension. "Some men just don't like being told no." I hesitantly moved out of his grip, and retrieved the sponge.
His burning blue eyes snapped to mine. "You'll never be hit again." He promised, voice rough.
I blinked in surprise at his words. "I'm not sure that's something you can promise, sir, I mean you're hardly to blame for other people's bad behavior."
He frowned, his jaw tight. "You can call me Arthur. My name is Arthur Morgan."
My brow furrowed, but I nodded, before getting back to the task at hand.
I wanted to end that particular conversation. I couldn't understand what was going on.

Gesturing for him to lean back, I ignored Arthur's deepening frown at my actions. Clinging to the routine of the job, I washed his legs, flushing as I stroked over his thighs. He groaned a little, and my cheeks went redder. My body heated up in response to the sound, and my breathing hitched. In the quiet of the room, Arthur noticed the change in my breathing, and our gazes clashed again. There was a charged silence, and i was completely mortified at my behavior.
Oh, god. Now it's my turn to flee.