A Deal With Mr Kane

Chapter 2: A Dangerous Misunderstanding

Alessia's POV

The deep voice freezes me in place. For a few seconds, I couldn't move. I was still crouched beside the table with the watch in my hand.

I shut my eyes and bite my lips, wanting the ground to swallow me not just because I had been caught but because I had been caught by Mr Kane!

Kate said he will be returning by 9:30pm so what the hell was he doing here?

"Are you deaf?" He spoke again, irritation evident in his tone this time.

Slowly, I stood up and turned around only for my knees to weaken again only this time, it wasn't from fear.

The man before me looked like he had been carved out of stone by God himself. Tall, broad shoulders, sharp jaw, and dark hair that was still damp, with strands falling across his forehead. Water trailed from his hair down to the side of his neck before disappearing beneath the color of the robe wrapped loosely around his body.

For a moment, I forgot how to speak. His dark eyes swept over me slowly, pausing briefly on my uniform before his face twisted into a frown. Then, his jaw tightened.

"I told Trevor I didn't want any flings brought to the hotel." He said coldly, lips curled in disgust, as if I had filth all over me.

It took a few seconds for his words to register. “Excuse me?” My brows furrowed.

He groaned, unimpressed by my response. "I'm not in the mood for this tonight." He continued flatly. "You can leave."

Now I was completely lost. “What are you talking about?” I asked, shaking my head as I tried to understand what he was on about.

His eyes narrowed slightly, as if he couldn’t believe I was still pretending. “Don’t play dumb,” he said. “Trevor usually has better judgment than this.”

Something hot and unpleasant began to spread through my chest as I finally started to understand what he was insinuating.

God lord. I hope I am wrong. I really do hope I am wrong.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

His gaze dropped to my body again before he shook his head and looked back up at me.

“Coming into my room dressed like that. You sure put in a lot of effort to seduce me. Too bad I'm not in the mood right now." He said in the most cocky tone I have heard all my life.

"I should have a word with the manager." He continued, sighing as he walked to the bed. "He needs to stop letting w****s into my room when I don't ask for it.

My stomach dropped to the ground.

“Excuse me?” I repeated, my voice rising.

He pointed directly at my uniform which in all honesty was a bit too immodest but, I couldn't be blamed for it. The hotel had no uniform in my size, so I was forced to wear one two sizes small. Francis promised to get new ones but two months later and he still hasn't said a word about it.

The skirt stopped mid-thigh and looked like it was made for cheerleaders rather than cleaners. The blouse was too small for my breast size, pushing them out no matter how much I tried to hide them.

Heat rushed to my face. For a second, I was too stunned to respond. Then, anger flooded through me. “I’m not a w***e!” I snapped.

He didn’t look convinced.

“I am a cleaner!" I added, pointing to the company's logo written boldly on my chest. Maybe if he weren't a p*****t he would have noticed the large 'K' written on the left part of my chest.

"I was assigned to clean this suite,” I continued, my voice sharper now. “It’s not my fault the hotel doesn’t have my size.”

His gaze flickered, guilt flashing in it for a very brief second.

"Why were you bending over when I walked in then?" He raised his brows and folded his arms.

My mouth opened then closed. I couldn’t exactly tell him that I had been staring at his watch like an i***t before dropping it. My silence seemed to confirm his suspicions.

"Seeing how you were desperate enough to go as far as putting on a maid's uniform, I guess I should give you a chance." He said with a cocky smirk, moving towards me like a predator to its prey.

That did it. The last shred of embarrassment I had disappeared, replaced entirely by fury.

“I told you already,” I snapped. “I’m not a whore.”

He only raised a brow.

“Maybe you should stop assuming everyone around you is as wayward as you are,” I shot back. “Just because you call women to your room doesn’t mean everyone here is one of them.”

His eyes darkened slightly. "I'd watch my tone if I were you."

The warning was clear, I was too angry to stop now. "After you watch yours, Mr. Kane!" His jaw clenched in annoyance. It was obvious he was not going to let this slide, but my head was too clouded to care.

"I'll take my leave now. You can find someone else to clean up your mess." I turned, walked down the stairs, grabbed my cleaning cart, and stormed out of the room without waiting for a response.

The moment I stepped into the hallway, I exhaled sharply.

Goodness! What an arrogant jerk!

I was still fuming by the time I reached the staff dressing room. I shoved the cleaning cart into its usual corner before heading toward the lockers.

“Unbelievable,” I muttered to myself as I began unbuttoning the tight blouse. “Who does he think he is?”

'The richest man in the city who could end you if he wished to.' A voice whispered back.

"It doesn't give him the right to call me a w***e. Besides, I didn't do anything but defend myself." I answer back, telling myself everything would be fine.

I pulled the apron over my head. Something small dropped into my palm. Frowning, I look down to see what it is. As soon as I do, my heart nearly stops.

The wristwatch!

Sebastian Kane's wristwatch!

For a moment, I just stared at it in horror. I must have placed it into my pocket while standing. “Oh no.” Panic surged through me instantly.

Taking things from a guest's room was prohibited. I quickly put my uniform back on, grabbed the watch, and rushed out of the dressing room. I practically ran to the elevator and pressed the button repeatedly.

“Come on,” I muttered impatiently.

When the doors finally opened, I stepped inside and jabbed the button for the penthouse floor. The ride felt painfully slow. When the doors opened again, I hurried down the private corridor and knocked on the large door.

No answer. I knocked again but no answer came yet again. I tried the handle but it was locked. A sinking feeling settled in my stomach as I realized that he was gone.

"Fuck." I hiss and hurry downstairs, heading for Francis's office. I really should return this before it puts me in trouble.

"Where are you going?" One of the girls asks me as she sees me sprinting to his office.

"I need to see Francis," I respond, and try to leave but am pulled back.

"He isn't in there. He went home a few minutes ago."

Shit!

I stood there for a moment, the watch still in my hand, trying to decide what to do. Leaving it somewhere felt risky. If someone else took it, I would be blamed. With a frustrated sigh, I slipped the watch carefully into my purse.

I would return it tomorrow.

First thing in the morning.

Even if it meant seeing that arrogant man again.