Handsome Adonis
Arrogant and definitely not her type, was the thought Arianna had when he finally spoke. The fact he was this handsome – more good-looking than her – was a stab to her woman pride. Weren’t women supposed to be prettier than men?
He must have many women drooling over his features wherever he goes, she would not be another addition to his endless list. Moreover, he was probably a one-time customer. There was no need to make him feel important.
“Excuse me?” was her response to his comment.
“Is your customer service this poor?”
“I don’t understand, sir,” She tried to be nice having no clue why he was trying to stir up trouble – it’s enough her day started badly already.
She watched him press a finger to his temple and rubbed there as if trying to soothe a headache.
