Chapter 13: Bet
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Jessica suddenly felt nervous when the supervisor specifically asked her to clean that same room. Ugh, why was it always her!?
She had to admit that she was smitten with that man wearing a bath towel. He was handsome, very handsome, and she could not deny that. After all, she was a woman who had needs too. Granted, Roger had been filling them recently (she blushed as she thought that), that man was something else. Jessica looked at herself in the mirror and arranged her hair, smiling at her childish attitude. Oh, to be young and have fun, she thought. This was not her not age anymore.
Just as she stepped off the elevator, Jessica was surprised to see Roger walking out of the suite. He was dressed in a black suit, holding a bag in one hand. When he saw her, he seemed surprised.
Jessica had arrived late on purpose, hoping no one would be in that room, but she was unlucky.
Jessica nodded with a polite smile towards Roger, "Good morning."
Roger just ignored her and strode off to the elevator, leaving her with a feeling of disappointment. Shrugging it aside, Jessica pushed the service car to the suite. As she was about to knock on the door, a familiar but cold voice came from behind her, "Jessica."
Jessica turned around, looking forward to Roger's next words. "Yes?" He was calling her from the open doors of the elevator. She felt hope surge in her chest, but she did not know what she was expecting.
Roger stepped out of the elevator and walked closer to her while staring at Jessica intensely. He strode right up to her and cornered her between the wall and the service trolley. She had never seen this look in Roger's eyes. It was a look of intense desperation. They say the eyes are windows to one's soul. But Roger's eyes were windows that were planned up. They were always so well guarded, not giving the slightest hint to her about what he was thinking. She was sure he could hear her heart pounding loudly. This feeling was wonderful but also terrible. She peeled her gaze away, otherwise, she would have suffocated.
"Did you miss me?" Roger finally whispered. Jessica saw a flash of something in his eyes then. Was it longing? Or dare she say it…love?
No Jessica, snap out of it. This man has nothing in his mind for you except taking revenge.
Jessica disguised her sorrow beneath a smile. "No, I was hoping you'd never show up," answered Jessica.
Roger clasped her shoulder hard, making her flinch. He leaned even closer and whispered beside her ear, "Really? Because I miss you."
She was afraid to raise her head to look into his eyes. So, she only guessed his idea from his words and smiled bitterly, "Missing torturing me?"
Roger let her go then and stepped back. He stared at Jessica hard, "What else?" replied Roger, in a deep and cold tone.
Indeed, was there any other reason for missing her?
Roger gave her one last indescribable look and turned around, heading back into the elevator. Jessica stared confusedly at Roger's back, what did he want? Did he want her to miss him? Her head was twisting with questions about Roger Richard.
Jessica thought no one was in the suite, so she was going to give it a thorough cleaning and be out of the room before he came back. The room was a mess, and she also needed to calm down and hoped the monotony of continuous cleaning would be the trick.
She took off her overalls, put them on the handlebars of the service car, and wore her apron to clean up the garbage to be thrown away. Just as she bent over to clean the glass bottles off the carpet, a pair of black shiny leather shoes came into her sight. She looked up slowly to the owner of the shoes.
A handsome face appeared in front of her. It was the same man in the towel! Only he was fully dressed now in black slacks and a white dress shirt.
"Hello."
"Hi?" Jessica squeaked out, almost in a confused tone. What was he doing in the room?
"Did you already forget me?" He teased in a light-hearted tone.
Jessica frowned and stood up, making sure to leave some space between her and the man. "Um…sorry about this morning, I did not know anyone would be here."
The man laughed loudly, almost making Jessica jump with his loud booming laugh. "It's okay! I don't mind being ogled at by beautiful woman," he replied and winked at Jessica. "I'm John, by the way, John Wilson."
Jessica looked down on the ground and shuffled her feet in embarrassment. This guy sounded like he was a player, and she wanted to steer clear of him. He was awfully friendly towards a cleaner.
"Nice to meet you, Sir," Jessica replied professionally.
She did not understand why he introduced himself to her, so she was not going to introduce herself.
"So, you're Jessica?" He asked.
"How'd you know?" Jessica replied.
"It's on your overalls." He pointed out, making Jessica blush again. John noticed and smirked; this would be far too easy.
"Um, should I come another time if you're busy?" Jessica asked, hoping he would either leave or let her go.
John walked over to the sofa and sat down, crossing his legs.
"Let me ask you something, Jessica. Do you need money?"
Jessica stilled and looked at him in confusion. What kind of question was that?
"Um…sorry?"
"Do you need money? As in cash? I'm sure you would not be working here as a cleaner if you had money," John pointed out.
Jessica bristled at his tone. What the f**k? What business was he asking her about money?
"Excuse me? I don't think it's any of your business!" Jessica replied curtly and turned around intent on leaving the room. Of course, Roger was a bastard, so all his friends would be like him as well.
John frowned; he was not used to having girls question him. This girl seemed different, so he decided to be upfront with her.
"Listen, I made a bet with my friends. If I could sleep with you before tonight, I win twenty grand. If you…listen and comply… I'll give you more than half the amount," John replied seriously.
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