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Cluck. Cluck. Cluck.
The sounds of heels rung in the hallway as a woman dress in a long burgundy coat makes her way. She's fully covered from head-to-toe, a cap in her bob and a black mask as an attempt to hide her features.
Her unfocused doe eyes are the only ones that are exposed, scanning the numbers plastered in the doors trying to find the number she's familiar with yet dreads to come to.
'Room 086, Room 091, '92...' she counts in her mind and finally, she reaches her destination.
Her eyes, filled with an unknown emotion, stared at the hotel door in front of her. She lets out a big sigh.
"Out of all places..." Mixed with disbelief and amusement of her situation, she mutters those under her breath. According to the message received, this is where the client wants to meet.
This is not the first time that a client had requested to meet in-person. Given the nature of her work, meeting in a place like this wasn't exactly that odd, but it's uncommon because of the need of secrecy. It's just easier to hide identities online and she much prefer that type of transactions too. If she ever did agree to meet in person, she always chooses a place she knows well in case the transaction had gone wrong.
However this time, it's just that this client seems to be someone she can't mess with. With the large amount of money she has been given just for this information, this gentleman is someone she can't mess with. At least she assumed it's a gentleman with the nature of the information they want to get.
It's just a way big of a coincidence that this is the very room where she caught her long-time boyfriend to be cheating.
But as professional as she is, she won't let personal feelings get on her way. While clutching the envelope in her hand, she mustered the courage and brought her shaky hands to the air to press the doorbell button.
Much to her surprise, the door had already cracked open before she could press the doorbell. She hurriedly composed herself and waited for the door to fully open and face her client.
In the past few years, as she gets more and more accustomed to the job, she had her fair share of clients. Now, she can safely say that most of them are sketchy-looking strangers who are equally unwilling to reveal their identity (thus the reason for being dressed from head-to-toe) so no one can even imagine the look on her face when instead a gorgeous woman appeared before her.
She just came out of the shower with a towel in hand, scrubbing it on her long black hair that is still dripping wet. Droplets are casually straying to her chin, as if it purposely guided her attention to the milky white neck that is adorned with a simple silver chain.
However, the prospect of having such a bold and attractive client wasn't the oddest thing in this scenario, it was the fact that this woman wasn't a stranger to her at all.
Though faced by such a devilish sight, it was something the latter cannot appreciate as of now. She swears to feel her heart drop in the hollow pit in her stomach as she swallows a gulp in her throat.
Her whole body felt tense and frozen, maybe in shock or it is possible that it's because of fear. But one thing for sure is if someone is to take off the hat and mask that's covering her face, they'll soon discover her whole face has gone pale. It was as if a vampire had sucked out every drop of blood from her.
As if sensing her feelings, the gorgeous woman's fox eyes flashes an unknown emotion which causes a bell to ring in her mind. Perhaps it's a warning to get away, as fast as possible.
"You must be my guest?" A seductive grin had made its way to the woman's shiny and cherry-colored lips as she uttered those words. Still distracted, the short-haired woman just stared dumbly at the goddess before her and completely forgot to decode whatever the latter had just said.
"H-huh?" that was all she could let out. It seemed that her foolishness had brought amusement to the beautiful woman as a sound of soft laughter left from her grin. Only then the other had snapped out in her trance.
Realizing the situation she is in right now, she clutched the envelope in her hand harder. She needs to get out of this as soon as possible.
"I'm sorry for the inconvenience, I-i must've been in the wrong address." She hurriedly says as she turns around and tries to scurry away. In her mind, it was likely a mishap and coincidence that they met here. It was unlikely that the woman was her client as she--
The monologue in her mind stops as she feels a hand grab her shoulder from behind to stop her from taking any further steps and an arm that snakes around her waist, grounding her and taking away her chance of getting away.
"Ms. Coraline," she trailed off her words "...from what i've seen that day, I hadn't thought you were this rude to your clients." The woman, now referred to as Caroline, heard those words very close to her ears.
She feels a sensual heat spreading to every fiber of her being as the other's hot breath hits very close to her skin but a shark contrast of cold shiver can also be felt alongside, travelling to her spine as she realizes that her identity has been known from the very start.
"Shall we finish this inside?" She heard her whisper again and without further ado, she was pulled inside the room with the door slamming hard right after them.
