Alex.
“Room service!”
That annoying, peace-disrupting voice woke me up this morning. I had fallen asleep on the sitting area's sofa.
My chest was bare and I had just boxer shorts on. “What do you want?” I asked as I swung the door open.
She looked down at my shorts and then at my eyes. Imagine looking at a stranger down below first thing when meeting them. “Room service?” She said with an ugly smile.
“Are you not a receptionist? Since when did receptionists start cleaning rooms?” I asked her. She shifted from toe to toe.
“Well. I volunteered,” she said, attempting to get into the room. I stopped her.
“What do you think you are doing?” I asked in irritation. Her uniform was revealing her cleavage and it was obvious she did it intentionally.
“Room service.”
“Get out,” I shut her up
