PRINCESS GETTING NAKED
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‘Ms. Davies? A word, please.’
I was on my way up to the kitchen, feeling bright after the morning with Ashton, when Olivia Bertolla, the hotel staff manager, ducked out of her office and beckoned me in. I hesitated, knowing I was already late for my shift, and that whatever she wanted to talk to me about probably wasn’t going to be good. I reluctantly followed her inside.
‘Have a seat,’ she offered, pointing me towards a chair that sat across from her desk.
I hadn’t had a lot to do with Olivia because she was kind of top shit, and I was just a summer worker, but I’d heard a lot about her from overhearing other staff conversations. She was a fairly young woman, with a pretty face but a very strict regime for the hotel. From the rumours I heard, she had fired a concierge who had accidentally carried a guest’s bag to the wrong floor, and made a waitress cry by yelling at her about how to carry a plate properly. As I took a seat across from her now, she pursed her thin lips.
‘How has your day off been, Ms. Davies?’
I tried to smile at her but I think it kind of came out like a grimace. She knew I was scared of her.
‘It was nice, thankyou. It’s always good to have a break away from-‘
‘Away from what?’ Her eyes narrowed, and she seemed to be daring me to continue the sentence. ‘Away from the boring hotel routine of working at the reception desk, or away from other activities?’
I opened my mouth to say something, but she cut me off.
‘May I remind you, Ms. Davies, that you are here this summer to work. And you have been employed to do that job, however tedious it may seem to be. So when I see that you’ve been missing your shifts at the reception desk and on room service, you can imagine that I’m not particularly happy.’
My stomach dropped, and any hope of being invited inside because she wanted to be my friend disappeared. This was almost as bad as the feeling I got when Ashton was upset at me. I didn’t know what to say, really.
‘I’m sorry... I... I’m very, very sorry, and I promise to be more consistent in turning up.’
I blushed furiously, and Olivia stared me down still.
‘It’s not enough to be more consistent. You need to be consistent. I expect to see you at the order office for room service at 6 am tomorrow morning. Is that clear?’
‘Crystal.’ I perched on the edge of my chair. ‘Again, I’m so sorry, I don’t want to ruin my chances of sticking with this job, it means a lot to me and-‘
‘Yes, yes, you need the money, bla-bla-bla, everyone is the same.’ She sighed, and turned back to her paper work, while I sat there wondering what to do next. Am I dismissed, or? It didn’t matter really because soon, Olivia looked up again in disdain to see me still in front of her.
‘Ms. Davies,’ she growled, ‘don’t you have a job to be getting to?’
‘Oh! Yes, of course, oh, I’m sorry, uh-‘ I crashed backwards into a chair on my way out but luckily righted myself and finally made it out the doorway. Right before I shut the office door, I heard Olivia mutter something under her breath.
Suddenly the afternoon wasn’t looking so bright after all.
'Oh good, you're here, I didn't think you were going to show,' Ciara huffed as I pushed through the double doors of the kitchen. She was laden down with dirty plates and bowls, which she dumped into the sink.
'There are late lunch orders practically piling up and they're short one waitress, so you've got the job.'
She made a sour face.
'Lucky. I got stuck on clean up duty.'
Deciding she was in a bit of a bad mood, I left her alone and pulled on a clean waiter uniform over my clothes. Ciara was right, orders were coming in fast and the line of ready-made dishes was growing faster than people could take out. I picked up the first plate and read the order form.
Table 22, it read, and then, Pub Steak w/ chips on side. I sighed and pushed my way back through the swinging doors, entering the bustling restaurant hall.
Guests and diners alike were spread out widely and I inwardly groaned. How was I meant to find table 22?
I skirted the boundary of the room but couldn't see it. There were table numbers everywhere, but none were in order, which just made it harder. Finally, 22 jumped out at me from a smaller table, towards the middle. And I was super surprised to see a dark haired boy with a tattoo of a Native American chief on his bicep sitting there, all alone.
I gently set the plate down on the table and the steak flopped a little in its sauce, splashing onto Calum's wrist.
I handed him the tissue from my pocket.
'Emma? You're waitress-ing?'
He distractedly wiped up the juice on his arm and gave me a little smile. His eyes took in my outfit.
'You look cute!'
I groaned and stuck my tongue out.
'Don't lie, I look like I'm an extra in the Titanic movie, from the dining scene. Anyway, what are you doing here? You didn't come with anyone else?'
'Oh, yeah, Michael's here, he just went to the bathroom.'
I raised an eyebrow and pointedly looked at the one-seat table he was at. Calum shuffled awkwardly.
‘Fine, I’m here alone. I just got bored.’ His eyes travelled to the plate on the table. ‘Yum, did you make it?’
I sighed and leant against the wall, checking once to make sure Olivia wasn’t anywhere near by. I was still shaken by the warning I got, and I was definitely not planning to be fired just yet.
‘Nope, I’m just serving the people. But I can’t hang around too long, the lady who manages the staff here told me off today for slacking off on my jobs.’
I made a face, and Calum raised an eyebrow.
‘I thought today was your day off?’
‘It was, but I spent a lot of time with you guys last week. She was a right little ray of sunshine,’ I scoffed sarcastically. ‘She told me I was on my first warning, so I have to be careful now.’
Calum nodded and started to eat his food, seemingly happy that I wasn’t fired. I laughed as he dripped sauce down his chin. He pretended to look hurt before giggling.
‘How was your date with Ashton anyway?’
‘Good. No drama.’
I decided not to mention the argument Ashton and I had about who should pay for the food, because I knew Calum wouldn’t side with me on this one.
‘Ashton seems really happy anyway. He was talking about it all afternoon, actually. That’s why I’m here. I needed to stop hearing about it. No offense,’ He looked at me pointedly, his eyes twinkling, ‘but if this happens every time you take him somewhere, I’m going to have to run away.’
I stood up and stretched, grinning.
‘Maybe I should take you somewhere too. Then you’d know what all the fuss is about.’
He stuck his tongue out playfully, and tried to trip me up as I walked past on my way back to the kitchen.
‘Maybe you should! Except I don’t want to third-wheel!’
I laughed and stuck my middle finger over my shoulder as I walked back through the double doors, and back over to where 10 different meals were already banking up, waiting to be served. I inwardly sighed.
This one’s for you, Olivia.
I carefully unwrapped the towel from around my waist and dropped it to the deck chair with a little sigh. It was almost 9pm and the pool area was completely empty, no one around at all. It looked as if all the hotel guests had decided to go to bed early tonight, but that was totally fine by me - it meant I could have the whole swimming pool to myself for once. Kitchen duty had been a complete drag, and after Calum left, there was no more procrastination, so my hands were sore from all the hot plates and I had a crick in my neck from turning so much to take new orders. I was definitely ready to just swim.
Stepping into the water, I sighed. I hadn’t been swimming for ages, and the water was so warm and smooth. I shook out my hair and ducked under, pulling my body into an easy breaststroke. This is heaven.
After a few laps, I stood up and shook my hair out, pushing it across my cheeks and over my face in a tangled cascade. I giggled. I probably look like a sea monster. Flipping my head over properly, I let my hair fall even further down my face, covering it completely. I laughed out loud.
what THE FUCK.
I screamed and fell backwards, scratching my back on the pool wall and getting a load of water up my nose.
‘You know, you shouldn’t put your hair like that, Emma. You might scare someone.’
I heard the smile in Ashton’s voice, and groaned. Of course he was here. Of-fucking-course. Rubbing my back and trying to get the bad feeling out of my nose, I bit back a ruder reply.
‘You know, you shouldn’t creep up on people like that, Ashton. You might scare someone,’ I retorted sarcastically. His laugh echoed off the walls.
I slowly parted my hair and pushed it slightly sideways, like a curtain. Peering out cautiously, I saw Ashton sitting on a deck chair, smiling at me. His hair was ruffled and he had changed out of his clothes from earlier, having pulled on a dark sweater and a pair of bright pink boardshorts. It would’ve looked ridiculous on anyone else, but he pulled it off perfectly.
‘What do you want, anyway?’
His dimples glowed as his smile deepened.
‘What am I doing? I’m here for my daily evening swim. The real question is, what are you doing here, because since when do you-‘ he tugged down on a stray curl, trying to pull it behind his ear, ‘scare people with your ‘dark’ looks?’
He made a face, imitating my seamonster grimace. I groaned again, and let myself sink down to the bottom of the pool, pushing my hair back behind my ears again. Pushing myself off the wall, I glided across the pool floor, surfacing close to Ashton. He pretended to jump.
‘Oh! You’re not scary anymore!’
I rolled my eyes.
‘Are you coming in or not?’
He smiled cheekily.
‘Is that an invitation?’
I shrugged and leant my elbows up against the edge of the pool.
‘I’m not your summer guide right now. It’s after hours, do what you want.’
He stood up and gripped the neck of his sweater, shaking it slightly to pull it up and over his curls and neck. I took in a sharp intake of breath at what was in front of me. The other night, when I saw his body online? It was nothing compared to seeing Ashton Irwin, shirtless, in real life, about a metre or two away from my face. I watched him carefully, knowing he couldn’t see through the sweater, admiring the thin lines of his muscles and the bulge of his arms (probably from so many hours of playing the drums). I couldn’t stop staring.
Suddenly, Ashton stopped tugging the hem over himself and peeked out at me, grinning.
‘Emma, are you spying on me?’
‘No!’ I duck-dived quickly to hide my burning face, but I knew he saw me blush. I surfaced to find Ashton laughing loudly at me, his shirt off finally. He stretched out his arms, yawning, and I rolled my eyes again, splashing him with water.
‘Oi! What was that for?’
‘You were trying to show off your inexistent abs. I’m not impressed Ashton, just get in already. We all know your masculinity level is less than a 5 year old girl’s, so save me the whole show.’
I turned around and began to swim away - he called after me.
‘Are you sure they’re not real? My abs?’
‘I doubt it!’
Who was I kidding, they were as real as I was. But Ashton didn’t need to know that.
‘Want to feel them then?’
There’s the old Ashton I met on Day #1.I could practically hear the grin in his voice.
‘Hell no. Irwin, are you getting in or no-aahhhh!’
I squealed as he jumped into the pool straight in front of me, throwing up a massive splash that rocked me backwards. Ashton rose to the surface, laughing and spluttering, and I couldn’t help but giggle too.
‘Since when do you call me Irwin?’
‘Spur-of-the-moment decision. Don’t you like it?’
He shot me a look, shaking his wet hair out of his face.
‘It’s better than ‘dickhead’ I guess. Now we just need a name for you.’
‘No, we don’t. Emma’s fine.’
‘Actually, it’s not, Princess,’ he deliberated, grinning.
I suddenly had an image of me wearing a crown in a bright fluffy dress. Ashton grinned at me.
‘Oh, that’s how you want to play is it?’
I raised one eyebrow at Ashton, before ducking back under and kicking really hard, trying to splash him. He thrashed around next to me for a while, and I kicked even harder. Suddenly he grabbed my legs and pulled me over to him, gently wrapping them around his waist. His face was inches away from mine, and strands of our hair plastered to eachother’s cheeks. A little drop of water fell from his eyelash onto my face, and Ashton stretched out, and rubbed it away.
‘You don’t want to splash me like that, Princess,’ he whispered. ‘Now I’m going to be forced to wreak revenge on you.’
I breathed in slowly. My brain was slowing down because Ashton was way too close, and I couldn’t think straight. I pushed myself away. I dived down, across the bottom of the pool to the opposite side. When I rose to the top, I stuck my tongue out at Ashton, who was watching me carefully, with a smile on his face.
‘Catch me if you can, Irwin!’
‘Oh, you bet I will.’
i feel like i write endings really badly, im sorry. also i feel like this chapter was unecessarily long soz not soz