brey, and make sure you're proficient and
ut the stern instructions my boss had given me earlier at
19 last year and arrived in Country X to intern at Heaven. I wa
when I was selecting a bottle of wine from the rack. His fierce, icy brown-black eyes bored into me as his words drilled in the
of Sweet Heaven-a five-star hotel owned by our enigmatic boss-
e glared at me one last time before walking away, lea
hand, I felt like my fate hung by a thread. This one task
ed his arrival. Mr. Austin Hunt-a name that sent shivers through every staff member. He was a renowned business tycoon, one of th
s not like it's your first time," I whisp
ody," my inner voice ta
le. Anxious and on edge, I leaned against the do
aling and exhaling deeply. Summoning every ounce of cou
servic
deep, hoarse voice
mbled, leaving me nearly paralyzed. Tightening my grip on the
at his presence. A subtle yet distinct scent of fresh peony cologne filled the air, l
It was the most luxurious room in the hotel. As I moved to place the wine on the table, my ga
workers' voices teasing me. "You get to serve Mr. Hu
t just b
d at the
hen we discussed his arrival. Rhea, with her vibrant green eyes and confident demeanor, was my opposit
ow that, Rhea?" I h
fect," she'd replied with conf
stic fantasies about him. It'll only
ompletely-unlike you, who'll probably stay a virgin
uttered, focusi
, setting it carefully on the tray. Mr. Brown's icy
t my balance, the tray tilting dangerously. Bracing for the
never
adying me against a warm, bare chest. The sensation o
here
ustin