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Bloody Fuck!

'Am I dreaming or is he really standing in front of me?'

My face, my shoulders, my entire body was burning with embarrassment. Imagine standing in front of your boss in a teeny weeny towel. I couldn't move. It was as if I was glued to the position. Then, my head-wrap towel unraveled and my hair toppled on me. My dress was spread on the other bed but I couldn't even move towards it.

We probably stared at each other for a long long time and then finally, he cleared his throat.

"I'll give you the privacy to change." He moved to the TV room and I was left alone in the bedroom.

Despite being alone now, I couldn't move. I was so shaken that I sat down on the bed again. 'Now, what do I do? I can't sit here. I have to face him.'

'Good Lord! I can't.'

'Why is he in my room? How could he enter as I have the keycard?'

I was also worried that he might just come back and so I finally got up and dressed up quickly. After contemplating for about ten minutes, I finally moved my ass to the TV room. He was sitting in front of the TV and all I could see was his back.

"Umm... Mr. Holden?"

"Come, sit down Amelia" He didn't even look at me. I walked to the couch and sat down. "Looks like you booked only one room yesterday." He stated in his calm voice. I could feel as if he was angry or he was irritated. He was probably controlling himself not to shout at me.

"What? No, I-" I was confused. I remember specifically that I told them that Mr. Holden plus one will join the conference which was the exact phrase he used with the translator.

"I checked the email and it says Mr. Holden plus one. You should have specifically written that we need separate accommodations." He looked at me. "I told you that language is a barrier. They use a translator to understand what we mean so we need to be extra careful."

"Wha-" I couldn't believe it! "I am - I am sorry Mr. Holden." What else could I say? "Can we call the reception and request for another room? I mean - you need not shift. I will shift"

"I already called the reception. Because of the conference, the hotel is completely booked. In fact, due to a large number of delegates, most of the hotels close by are also fully booked." He said with a straight face. 'Of course, the rooms will be all booked because of this bloody conference.'

"There might be motels nearby. I can shift there." My brain was working overtime. There would surely be motels where these wealthy and affluent would not stay.

"No! You are my responsibility and I cannot shift you to any place unsafe" He stood up suddenly.

"But then - what do you suggest?" Is he thinking what I think he is thinking?

"We'll stay here. In this room." He stated as if it was obvious.

"What? What are you-how can-? Are you crazy? I can't do that!" I had no clue what I said.

"If you would have done what you were supposed to do, properly, we wouldn't be in this mess." He said sternly. "We are adults and it's not as if I can't keep my hands to myself. Luckily, the arrangement they have is the twin bed facility. At least we are not sharing the same bed." He walked to the bedroom.

Ouch! That hurt. Not his scolding about doing my job properly but that he can keep his hands to himself. Not that I want anything but when he said that, it kinda pinched.