Bloody Fuck!

'Am I dreaming or is he really standing in front of me?'

My face, my shoulders, my entire body was burning with embarrassment. Imagine standing in front of your boss in a teeny weeny towel. I couldn't move. It was as if I was glued to the position. Then, my head-wrap towel unraveled and my hair toppled on me. My dress was spread on the other bed but I couldn't even move towards it.

We probably stared at each other for a long long time and then finally, he cleared his throat.

"I'll give you the privacy to change." He moved to the TV room and I was left alone in the bedroom.

Despite being alone now, I couldn't move. I was so shaken that I sat down on the bed again. 'Now, what do I do? I can't sit here. I have to face him.'

'Good Lord! I can't.'

'Why is he in my room? How could he enter as I have the keycard?'

I was also worried that he might just come back and so I finally got up and dressed up quickly. After contemplating for about ten minutes, I finally moved my ass to the TV room. He was sitting in front of the TV and all I could see was his back.

"Umm... Mr. Holden?"

"Come, sit down Amelia" He didn't even look at me. I walked to the couch and sat down. "Looks like you booked only one room yesterday." He stated in his calm voice. I could feel as if he was angry or he was irritated. He was probably controlling himself not to shout at me.

"What? No, I-" I was confused. I remember specifically that I told them that Mr. Holden plus one will join the conference which was the exact phrase he used with the translator.

"I checked the email and it says Mr. Holden plus one. You should have specifically written that we need separate accommodations." He looked at me. "I told you that language is a barrier. They use a translator to understand what we mean so we need to be extra careful."

"Wha-" I couldn't believe it! "I am - I am sorry Mr. Holden." What else could I say? "Can we call the reception and request for another room? I mean - you need not shift. I will shift"

"I already called the reception. Because of the conference, the hotel is completely booked. In fact, due to a large number of delegates, most of the hotels close by are also fully booked." He said with a straight face. 'Of course, the rooms will be all booked because of this bloody conference.'

"There might be motels nearby. I can shift there." My brain was working overtime. There would surely be motels where these wealthy and affluent would not stay.

"No! You are my responsibility and I cannot shift you to any place unsafe" He stood up suddenly.

"But then - what do you suggest?" Is he thinking what I think he is thinking?

"We'll stay here. In this room." He stated as if it was obvious.

"What? What are you-how can-? Are you crazy? I can't do that!" I had no clue what I said.

"If you would have done what you were supposed to do, properly, we wouldn't be in this mess." He said sternly. "We are adults and it's not as if I can't keep my hands to myself. Luckily, the arrangement they have is the twin bed facility. At least we are not sharing the same bed." He walked to the bedroom.

Ouch! That hurt. Not his scolding about doing my job properly but that he can keep his hands to himself. Not that I want anything but when he said that, it kinda pinched.

This is super awkward. I was dreaming about a good dinner, peaceful sleep, and an enriching conference and now, my peace of mind is gone! What is the next strategy? I sat there without any plans or ideas.

After some time, Mr. Grumpy came handsomely dressed in black denim Jeans and full sleeve light gray slim sweatshirt. The sleeves were scrunched up till his elbows and I could see the intricate tattoos on his arms. He looks good in whatever he wears whether formals or casuals. He always has perfect color combinations, perfect fit, and perfect accessories. Probably he has a personal stylist to help him.

"Dinner?" He snapped his fingers in front of my face and I was jolted out of my dream world.

"I'm not really hungry." Not that I was not hungry but too much was going inside my mind.

"But I am. And you did agree for the dinner. I have already booked the table." He stood there, hands in his pocket. I shrugged and walked out of the door.

The dinner was a buffet and was a decent affair. We went to the open-air restaurant in the hotel itself. The location was illuminated with tiny bulbs which gave it a fairyland look. Once I loaded my plate, I realized I was ravenous. The food was exceptionally good though I couldn't say the same about my company. He was quiet and given the confrontation we had a few minutes ago, things were not looking great.

"For a person who isn't hungry, you eat surprisingly well." He said, gesturing towards my plate.

"Not that I wasn't hungry but then- you know-things happened" How do I put it out again?

"I will try finding another hotel and move out." He said severely

"Oh no! I don't want to trouble you, Mr. Holden," I said immediately. "It's just that I didn't imagine – I mean, I didn't think. I wasn't expecting it." I said blankly.

"What do you suggest then?" He asked

"I guess it's okay." I wasn't sure but what is the other option?

"So, are you okay with sharing a room?" He looked at me

"Yes. I suppose so." I shrugged

"I guess we don't have a choice do we?" Did he smile just now? I'm not very sure as the lighting was dim.

We finished the dinner and walked around the breathtakingly scenic property in comfortable silence. This is something I like. The comfortable silence. I don't have to speak every time. It's okay not to speak anything without making the situation awkward. But obviously, I couldn't keep quiet for a long time.

"Why didn't you want to come to this conference?"

"Because it's boring. Plus, I'm going to meet the same set of people that I meet in other parties or conferences"

"So why did you change your mind?"

"Because you sold me out!"

"Hey! I did not! How was I even supposed to know?"

"True. I should've included you in the plan. Next time then?"

"Sure! I'll definitely help you out next time. Promise!"

"I'm going to hold on to your promise. Don't back down on your word"

"I won't. Pinky Promise" I raised my pinkie towards him. We stopped walking.

"What's a pinky promise?" He looked at me as if I am crazy.

"Pinky promise means we lock our pinkies and if the promise is broken, the person can break the finger of the person who broke the promise." I happily explained.

"Pinky promise it is!" He brought his pinky and we locked it. His rough finger rubbed against my tiny one and I could feel the tingling impact till my toes. We kept it a second too long not sure how to break it. Finally, I dropped my hand clumsily.

We reached our room. This is where things will start to get awkward. But luckily, he wanted to work on some tasks and thus took his laptop to the TV room to work. I took this opportunity to quickly slip into my nightdress. I arranged my formals for the next day, switched off the lights, pulled the bedsheet, and laid down on the bed.

Probably after half an hour, Mr. Grumpy came to the bedroom. He did not even switch on the light though I could feel him doing something. Everything went quiet after some time. I turned towards the other bed. Though it was dark, a slight moonlight seeped through the curtains illuminating the room faintly.

Mr. Grumpy was sleeping on the bed with both his hands behind his head. He was not wearing a shirt and I could see an outline of his body. Is that how he sleeps every day? His biceps were flexed and looked delicious. His chest was gently rising and falling. He was looking absolutely, finger-lickin' good. I immediately turned my head and closed my eyes.

Ogling the third time while he is asleep! Shameless!