“Where could that jerk have gone?”I thought to myself, thinking he intentionally booked both of us in a room to try to have his way.
Chapter 14
Ashley
Just as I was about to swipe the card into the card lock, the elevator chimed and drew my attention. I looked towards the elevator opening and I wished I had not turned to look. It was Ian exiting the elevator.
His golden tipped shoe glittered under the light in the hallway, his jet-black hair well placed to the left and his hand deep into his right pocket. His posture looked like that of royalty as he walked towards me with his tablet in his left hand. Those dangerous green eyes looking through me, he stopped in front, so close that I could smell his cologne. His chest directly in front of my face, I looked up to see his freshly shaved chin.
“What's the hold up? Are your hands not working? Do you not know how to use the room key?” he mocked in his sultry voice.
“Wha... Wh... What do you mean? Do you have to be like this every time?” I chimed back at him while stammering.
“That was not my question. I said do you not know how to use the room key?” he repeated in the same annoyingly sultry tone. This time he was looking down on me due to our height difference.
“Of course I know how to use the room key!” I said, trying to suppress the anger I felt deep within me. I was so furious that I felt like hitting the gym to just punch some bags.
I turned, unlock and then opened the door and forced myself in.
The room's majestic appearance immediately subsided my anger. It was so beautiful that I lost my breath to the scenery. The furniture looked so well made that it was a piece of art. The presentation of the room lives up to its name as a royal suite.
There were pure gold and silverwares, and the décors illuminating the room with their reflective surfaces were placed at specific points of the suite. I took a few steps forward, not minding the bastard behind me, and tried getting more of the view in the room.
My eyes came to rest on a magnetically beautiful painting placed on the east wall of the suite. I bet this cost a whole lot of money. Things like this were only bought in auctions of the greatest caliber. The roof was dancing with various designs and motifs.
The sculptures seemed to be depicting different things, I just couldn’t place my finger on it yet. The lighting in the room was of the grandest of scales. The suite beamed with different colors of light. The chandelier in the sitting room was an epic sight to behold. This place really made you feel like royalty.
He immediately breezed by me to the indoor bar at the northeast end of the sitting room to pour himself a drink. His hand swept through the counter and picked up a champagne bottle. He then moved his focus to the cupboard containing the wine glasses and took a champagne glass.
He rummaged through the shelves for a wine opener which he found without difficulty and popped the bottle open. He then poured himself a drink and took the whole contents of the glass down his throat. He didn’t spare me a glance and immediately started unbuttoning his suit jacket.
“Go order dinner for me,” he said as he pulled off the jacket and dropped it on the sofa. He walked towards the windows to have a better view of the scenery.
You must be kidding right?I said in my head again, the only place where such thoughts ran freely. I just stared at him like I didn't understand what he had just said or why he did.
“Remember, you are here as my personal assistant. Start behaving like one.” he said after which he took another sip of champagne, still facing the window.
Great! This is just original!I was so blinded with frustration that I almost couldn't find my room.“Shit. He was being serious with this P.A. stuff. How will I survive this trip in this state?”I thought to myself.
I ran for the phone to place his order, only to realize that he didn't mention what he was going to have for dinner. “This guy really knows what he is doing. He wants to have every chance at insulting me. Shit!” I said out loud.
I turn from my room to meet him in the living room again. This time, he wasn't standing in front of the window. He was seated on one of the couches in the room with his legs crossed.
“What? Have you ordered dinner?” he asked with fresh inquisition. His eyes beamed with contempt.
“Uhm. No sir, I was about to order your dinner, but you didn't say what you felt like eating so I came back to ask. What will you be having for dinner?” I humbly replied with a cool head.
“Really? I didn't?" he said, placing his palm under his jaw to gesture like he was trying to remember something. He finally stopped rubbing his chin and looked at me for few seconds.
“I will have some beef Wellington. And then for dessert, I will have some custard.” he said after much consideration.
“Yes sir,” I replied and rush to go place his order as well as mine.
About thirty minutes later, the doorbell rang. “It's probably the room service. They should be with Moody's dinner," I said. Rushing to the door, I opened it to find the attendant who pushed in a trolley with food of different sorts.
“Here is your order, miss,” the young lady said with a smirk. She looked quite young, probably in her early twenties.
“Oh, thank you so much. You can place them on the table over there,” I said, tying the rope of my robe to a knot.