The French Billionaire(13)

The last thing she needed was someone contaminating the food cart. She was happy to see that she went up there without any hassle at all, and the one person that did actually start to get in stopped at the look on her face. She couldn’t help but to smile as she started to go to the room, checking the numbers as she went. She smiled as she knocked loudly, waiting.

It was a minute before anyone answered, and she wanted to sigh a little more as Emily knocked harder. She hated to be kept waiting. Just as Emily was going to knock a third time the door opened, and there was a very hot, angry looking man staring at her with just a towel wrapped around his waist. She could see his dark, curly happy trail that hinted at what was beneath that towel, and he smirked a little as she looked at him completely unsure of what she should say.

“Did you come here to deliver the food or to gawk at my body?” The man smirked a little as he looked at her. She couldn’t help but to blush deeply, and she feared that it would be creeping down her neck soon enough. His eyes seemed to look right through her. She started to push the cart in, eager to leave as the man closed the door before him.

“Your order…” She said, seeming to stumble over it, trailing off in the end.

“Yes, I believe it would be unless you have the wrong room.” He continued to tease her, and her blush did start to creep down her neck and to the top of her breasts. She only wished she had the buttons done up a little more.

“I assure you that it’s fine, sir.” She said, trying not to sound tight. Emily reminded herself that it was important that she be polite. He was obviously a paying customer who had more than enough money by the suite that he had chosen, but there was something about his tone that already had her getting defensive.

“You assure me, huh?” He teased her, closing the door a little, and something in her heart pounded as Allen stepped in the way of the door.

“Are you new at this?” He purred a little bit, and she couldn’t believe that she thought he was purring. She couldn’t help but to blush, and Emily immediately shifted her attention so that she could work on everything else that was going on. She lifted the tray, starting to set everything up for him.

“Would you like me to leave the cart or put it on the table?” She asked, and her voice barely came above a whisper.

“You can just leave it there.” He said, and with that he stepped out of the way just enough for her to squeeze by, but something about him captured her in his gaze. She shook herself out of it as she bowed her head and walked out. Allen watched her go, and he couldn’t help but to grin a little bit. Emily. He thought, having read her nametag. That name will just have to do. He opened the door.

“Oh, Emily.” He called down the hall, making her freeze and turn around. He watched as she put on a smile to make it seem as if she wasn’t both aroused and freaked out.

“Yeah?” She said as casually as possible.

“I’d like some wine in an hour.” He said.

“I get off in an hour.” Emily blurted out, and she immediately regretted it. For some reason his smirk just widened a little bit.

“Oh? I’ll call your manager and see.” He said, and with that he shut the door. Emily was steaming as she made her way down to the main floor, and she couldn’t wait to clock out. Little did she know that Allen really was calling her manager who was standing there with a sour expression on his face.

“You pissed him off.” Mr. Roberts said, and she looked at him, nearly gaping.

“Pissed him off?” She exclaimed, and yet he shook his head.

“Look, Mr. Deval is a very important man here, and it’s important he’s happy. You’re going to bring that wine and apologize. I will pay you for the time, but if you aren’t there you’re fired.” He huffed before he walked away, and she was left there staring as the time passed by slowly.

Luckily, she was put on desk duty, and so the hour ticked by without Emily having to deal with anyone else, but it also left her completely to her thoughts. She couldn’t ignore the pounding in her heart, and every time she thought about the strange, insistent man, she could feel herself blushing as she thought about him with only that towel wrapped around his waist. Her boss gave her a look as he held up the bottle of wine and cart an hour later, and she gritted her teeth as she put on a fake smile, going to the elevator once more. She had no idea what to expect.





Chapter Three


Allen waited, making sure that his shirt was mostly buttoned up, but he left two buttons undone. He couldn’t help but to smile a little as he tapped his foot, looking at the empty trays. He did always enjoy this hotel. They have great food. He thought. He tapped his foot, smiling as he heard the knock, and he reveled in making her wait. He knew she was thinking about him with a towel on, and he couldn’t wait to see her expression with him cleaned up. He opened the door, letting her in without a word. Emily’s eyes raked over him, and she blushed a little bit.