Instead of using google translate, and absolutely butchering any foreign languages being spoken in this story, I wrote any foreign language parts in English and quoted the sentences with *'s
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"Ms. Beatrice, there's a feller in the bath," the hotel clerk calls up the stairs as the petite fawn haired girl makes her way down, rolling her eyes.
She just finished her shift at the hotel and the last thing she wants to do is bathe another pervy old man, as they usually are.
"But Sir, I just got off." The girl sighs as she holds the railing of the stairs, staring down at her boss with a pout.
"Please, Beatrice," the man pleads from his spot behind the counter, checking his watch, "Yvonne is clearly late and I need someone to go at least ask.."
The girl closes her eyes and with a deep breath nods to the man, giving in as she does need the money.
"Fine.." she growls.
"Ah ah ah," her boss tuts playfully as she walks past the desk and towards the bathroom, "smile please."
She plasters a fake, and very sarcastic, smile her bosses way, who chuckles lightly and shakes his head. Please just say no, please say no. The girl prays to herself as she nears the door of the bath.
She knocks twice, "Need any assistance, hun?changing her tone to a more pleasant one as she doesn't want another man to complain like last time.
Some drunk old fool tried to grab her bottom last week and complained to her boss after he received a well deserved smack from the girl. Luckily her boss is a reasonable man and understood why she had done it. He doesn't really ever turn a blind eye to the way some men treat her and the other maids. He is actually a rather pleasant man, maybe the only thing ok about the job.
"Ah, sure." The gruff voice of a man sounds from the other side of the door, crushing the brown haired girls hopes of being able to leave.
She takes a deep breath and enters the room, quickly turning to close the door. She barely glanced at the man as he scrubs his face and hair with his large hands. At least he's younger. She quickly noticed his toned upper body and admittedly strapping physique. She turns and walks over to the tub leaning down and grabbing the sponge nearby.
"Now just relax hun, I'll take good care of ya'" she puts on her best sultry and uncharacteristic, 'southern belle' accent.
It usually helps earn her a few tips, given men generally like their women cute, and not to mention dumb. The latter of the two being exactly what she isn't. She studied at the most prestigious university in the country for god sake, and here she is, scrubbing dirty cowboys and cleaning up after them to barely scrape by.
At least this cowboy is good looking. The man groans as she begins scrubbing his shoulders with the sponge. He finally removes his hands from his face, removing a fair bit of mud from his features.
"Just let me know if the water is too—" her heart stops completely in her chest as she looks up at the man.
She drops the sponge and stares at him in utter shock and disbelief. He is confused at first by her strange change in behaviour. He looks back at her until the same realization finally strikes him as well.
"Lily—" he sits up in the water, staring at an identical pair of greenish blue eyes to his own.
The girl stands quickly, heat rising to her cheeks as she spins around and faces the wall.
"Oh my god.." the girls mouth runs dry as she tries to burn away the thoughts of her ogling him moments ago.
"A-Arthur.." she slowly turns around to face him.
