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“Good morning,” I replied, still wandering my eyes around the vicinity.
He gestured to give me a hand to hop out of the car. I held his blue glove covered hand and found my way out of the limo. He immediately signaled the bellhops to go to the trunk to get the luggage out of the car, which they did. They loaded the luggage on a hotel bell cart and pushed it into the hotel building. Moody and I followed him and headed for the hotel behind the bellhops.
On beholding the hotel structure, my heart skipped a beat to such a work of art in a magnanimous scale. Whoever designed this grand beauty surely did it with great panache.
My attention was called back when the porter opened the door to the hotel for us both.
“Do have a pleasant stay here, sir and miss.” He expressed, beaming a wide smile. I couldn't help but notice the gold caninehe had in his dentition. He was probably in his late fifties and had some grey hairs intermingled with his light brown hair.
“Thank you,” I blurted since Moody was too moody to reply.
We both walked into the lobby and I couldn't help but admire the architecture once more.
The interior view of this grandiose hotel was jaw dropping. The workers in the hotel were all dressed in black and red attire. Looking so professional in their dress code, I nodded to the level of intricacies in the clothing designs.
At the reception, we both went to book our rooms, but lo and behold to my utter amazement, Ian had already booked both our rooms.
”Good morning, sir. Welcome to our hotel, how may we help you?” the beautiful blonde-haired receptionist inquired with a captivating smile that even made her eyes look like they were smiling along.
She had a tied her hair into a low bun giving us a glance of the cute stud earrings she was wearing. I could spot two small birthmarks on her neckline, her collar almost covering the second mark. The tracing of the collar gives the beauty of the red shirt that fit so perfectly one would think it was glued on her skin.
Her lips gleamed because of the pink lip-gloss she must have just applied. Her eyes radiated, probably from seeing such adevilishly handsome man like Ian. I don't blame her. If I hadn't known this meanie, I would have reacted in the same way. She even tried arranging her posture to look more enticing to this man.
“We are from IM Corp, I am Ian Maxwell, and this here is my personal assistant.” he said in the most professional manner. He behaved like he didn’t notice the gorgeous blonde in front of him.
“Oh. Just a minute sir... You reserved a royal suite, correct sir?” she voiced with her eyes still wide open. With her demeanor, she seemed to want to confirm her doubts.
“Yes, I did,” he replied as he stopped looking at the receptionist and moved those green eyes to his watch for a quick look.
“Alright sir. Your room is 715. Here is your room card.” she said as she extended a card towards Ian.
Ian, always having an attitude, immediately looked at me, expecting me to get the card for him.
“Really? Don't you have hands?”I pondered.
Just as my hateful thoughts roamed in my head, he turned to leave for the elevator.
“That jerk! Really? Is this how this personal assistant thing is going to work? Wait. I should have a room of mine own too,right?”I immediately turned to the beauty to inquire for my room in the hotel.
“Uhm, sorry for the disturbance. I am Ashley Lane. I am also a member of IM Corp, and like he said...” I paused to roll my eyes before I went on. “... I am his personal assistant," I said, gesturing with air quotes. “Is there a reserved room for me?”
“No miss. From the records we have here, your name is listed with Mr. Ian Maxwell in a royal suite.” she said after looking through the system by her right. Her mood was now completely professional.
“What! Hell no! This cannot be happening!”I screamed in my head with my face cupped in my hands.
“Are you okay, miss?” the receptionist asked with concern.
“No! I am not okay! Gosh,” I replied.
Slipping my bag back on, I collect the card she placed on the table, and headed for the elevator.
“What in the hell is he thinking? Was this really his plan? I can't stand his presence, let alone being in the same space with him,”I thought.
The chime of the elevator arriving at my floor calls me back to reality. I slipped my bag on once more and start looking for the room.
The floor of the hallway was covered in a red luxurious rug with golden linings all over. The rooms lying opposite one another make me look to my right and left consecutively as I navigated the hall.
Finally, I arrived at the door to our room. Moody wasn't there at the door. The hallway was relatively empty and the room was locked.
