Chapter 4

Hunter

I was coming out of the shower when I heard the sound of grunting coming from outside the bathroom. I frowned, pulling the towel from the hanger to dry myself off while the sounds increased in volume.

Someone was getting lucky in the next room, I thought to myself with a smirk, wrapping the towel around my hips. But I didn’t think the walls in this hotel were so thin, may have to bring it up in our next meeting.

A loud bang erupted, and I opened the bathroom door cautiously, wondering where the hell it came from. I peeked out, and my eyebrows shot straight to my hairline, as I saw a creamy white leg connected to black high heels firmly planted against my closet. My eyes scanned up to the skirt, up the blouse to a red-haired woman grunting and biting her lip as she pushed the door closed with both hands.

I got out of the bathroom and leaned against the wall facing her. I crossed my arms over my chest and watched her go to town, pushing at the closet doors with all her might. Her face was slowly turning red from the amount of force she was exerting, and I have to admit, this was getting really amusing.

The door finally clicked into place, and she sighed exuberantly, her eyes rolling to the back of her head with relief. I laughed under my breath and spoke up.

“I thought you maids were supposed to work with no one seeing you?”

I held back another chuckle as she shrieked in surprise and jumped almost a foot into the air before turning around to stare at me.

It took all the self-control I had just to stop my jaw from falling on the floor. How has a woman so breathtaking ever eluded me for so long?

Her flaming red hair was coming out of the messy bun on the back of her head, small tendrils sneaking out and falling around her face somewhat elegantly. Her eyes were the color of twilight, sparkling all on their own, even without the help from the ceiling lights. Her nose was straight and long, giving off a European vibe, while her lips were thin and red, popping out deliciously from her creamy-white skin. Her cheeks were starting to stain with red, too, and it filled me with pride as I noticed she was checking me out the same way. I noticed her eyes trailing down my body, and a little bit of her tongue jutting out the seams of her lips and licking them like she was looking at a premium-quality steak.

Thankfully, she snapped out of it to address me.

“Who are you?” she cried, her eyes locking into my bare chest. “And why are you naked?!”

“I should be the one to ask you that, don’t you think?” I drawled before taking a step towards her.

And just like that, all hell started to break loose. She started shrieking her head off, and opened the closet she had painstakingly tried to close earlier, pulling a pillow from inside and hurling it at my face.

“Hey! Stop that!” I said, using my arms to block her attacks. My cries just fell on deaf ears as she continued to scream bloody murder.

“Oh my God! Stay away from me, you pervert!” she yelled, throwing pillows at me one after another.

“What the fuck?! You’re the one who barged into my room, you little psycho!” I growled, changing my path towards the phone instead. I ducked from an incoming pillow attack before picking up the receiver and pressing ‘0’ on the dial.

“Customer Service,” the other line said.

“Hey, this crazy maid is—Ow! —attacking me with pillows! Can you send—Damn it, woman! —someone over with a strait jacket—,”

“How dare you?! You’re the one prancing around here in nothing but a bath towel, you perv!” she screamed. She knocked the phone out of my hands, and I growled and reached for her, circling her wrists with my fingers and pinning her against the wall with a loud thud.

“Will you calm down for a second?” I said, but she kept wriggling under me. I realized too late that all her squirming was loosening the tuck I fastened my towel with around my hips, until it came apart and fell down to the floor.

She stopped moving.

The both of us stopped breathing, our eyes holding each other’s gaze like we had an unspoken agreement that the first one to pull away would be the loser. And damn it, I was not going to be the first one to look down at the aftermath of our brawl…even if my dick was starting to catch up to our predicament.

She caved and looked down, and I swear my ego rose like a geyser as her eyes widened while she looked at my package. She took one deep breath, exhaled, and then took another look before—

I howled in unbelievable pain as her knee connected with my groin, making a direct hit to my balls. I released my hold on her, and cupped the family jewels as I crumpled to the floor. And what did the crazy maid do then?

She skipped over my body and ran out like a bat out of hell.

“Why did she…have to do that?” I gasped, seeing stars everywhere.

Was this…karma?