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FIVE

Five

With the soft rhythmic music playing on the radio, Anelia rubbed the lavender flavored soap onto her head. She massaged her hair while humming along to the soft tune of a Bruno Mars song playing on the stereo.

Mrs Hally had swatted away her concerns, convincing her to take a bath in the guest room. She had once again overruled her decision to get back to work. The woman could not really take no for an answer.

And now that Anelia thought about it, she had had an extra gleam in her eyes when she had instructed her to take as much time as she wanted. She had been particularly persuasive. Maybe she was just reading too much into it. Mrs Hally was just being her good-old-natured self.

Anelia stepped out of the tub and rummaged through the cabinets in search of a towel. To her utter surprise, there was not a single body towel. Well, that's weird. She filled them up last week and since Mrs Hally didn't really get guests, she had assumed that they would be some towels in the bathroom.

How silly of her not to check beforehand. With a huff, she made her way into the bedroom, whilst wiping her face with a face towel. She walked towards the bed and was about to reach it when she heard the door open softly.

She turned in the direction of the door, for some reason the face cloth was still covering her face.

"Oh! Mrs Hally, I can't seem to find any body towels."

Problem was, it was not Mrs Hally standing on the threshold. Rather, a tall, brooding male who could not believe the scene before him.

Anelia, upon being on the receiving end of Mrs Hally's silence, pulled the small towel away from her face and froze. It was him. The man from the penthouse, standing a few centimetres from her.

His scorching gaze moved all over her body making her feel exposed. Naked. That's when it finally registered. Anelia suddenly jumped and tried to cover herself. One hand went her C-cup breasts and the other covered her mound.

She felt like the world had to have something against her. Two whole times that she had embarrassed herself in front of this man. Firstly, he found her perched on his chair. Secondly, he sees her butt-naked. She winced at the last thought.

Looking anywhere but at him, she stuttered.

"W-who are y-you?" For a moment there was silence. "I-I mean what're y-you doing here?"

"I should be asking you that," he grunted so suddenly in a deep baritone voice that she flinched. Guess he really disliked her.

"I'm s-sorry Sir, but if you could please just turn around, I'll wear my clothes," she said calmly looking at him smack in the eyes despite the storm of anger that she felt was barely on the edge.

However, she instantly regretted mentioning her nakedness when his gaze fell over her breasts for a moment too long. She suddenly felt hot tingles where his eyes scorched her skin.

"What are you doing here?" he spoke slowly, taking slow calculated steps towards her.

"You're the one who walked in on me naked!" she stressed loudly before she could stop herself. She bit her lip but it was already too late.

"Is it?" He taunted. "Or you are the one who was waiting for me to come and find you in this...state," he eyed her with disgust.

Disbelief flashed across her face until finally it turned into full-blown anger. She was just about to yell at him when she reigned in her anger at the thought of losing her job over verbal assault on a guest.