I blink at the nasally voice wondering how God could create such a cringe worthy sound as my bosses voice.

"You need to remain professional at all times, they are paying customers and they are celebrities." She grounded in to the work force.

"How can I mess up making a bed?" I murmured to my colleague making her smirk.

"Anything you'd like to share Willa?!" Came the chalk board and nail dragging voice.

I even winced from it.

"No ma'am. Everything is peachy." I replied causing her eyes to narrow.

Giving us all one last skeptical look, we were dismissed.. Well almost all of us.

"Willa, a word." Alison spoke making my jaw clench.

As the small team shuffled out, I stayed behind leaning against the wall patiently. It was only when the staff quarters door closed that Alison spoke.

"Willa, I don't appreciate unnecessary comments being made whilst I brief the team."

"Sorry." I mumbled.

"These are important clients. They could make this hotel or break us. One influential tweet could put our jobs in jeopardy. Do you understand?"

"Yes Alison."

"Good. Because you're on that level for house cleaning and it is down to you to show these clients the upmost respect and service they deserve. Anything they want? Give it to them. Do not make them wait, they are priority."

I nod.

"Failure to do that and I'll be the first to  suggest your name for staff cutbacks. Are we clear?"

With narrowed eyes I nodded again.

"Dismissed." She finished flicking her hand out.

I left the staff quarters, arriving into the service areas, rubbing my face, I found my trolley.

"So? You fired?" My colleague asked

I shook my head "Not yet, but if they want me to lick dog crap from their boots, they expect me to do it."

"Jeeze.."

Taking the elevator up to the third floor, I pulled the trolley behind me already feeling the muscles in my arms wake up from their slumber.

Stopping outside the first room, I knocked before using the skeleton key to access the room. With nobody inside, I got to work on cleaning the room and bathroom. Stopping only briefly to look across at the bay, the sea looking beautifully temping in the rising temperatures of the day.

After undressing and remaking the bed, I hoovered, cleaned, put down fresh towels and finally mopped my way out of the room before closing the door.

Then it was onto the next room.

I was onto my 6th room before the music in my mind found a song and ran with it. "I want to break free... I want to break free." I sang quietly as I move down the corridor.

Swiping myself in and carrying a towel over my arm I didn't notice the bathroom door was closed and continued on with my duties.

It was only when I walked back into the room with 3 fresh towels that the door opened. A tall heavenly sculpted man came out with jet black hair pushed in all directions from his shower.

"Oh! I'm sorry sir! I did knock." I flushed spinning.

"Oh thank god you're here. My back is killing." He informed me.

Huh?

"Where's the table?" He asked as I took a glimpse back over my shoulder to roam my eyes over his body again.

"Sorry?"

"Table? Massage table?" He replied rubbing his head with his hand.

"Oh- I-"

"You forgot it? What kind- you know what? It doesn't even matter, I need my back sorting out. I'm in agony."

It was only when he turned around that I froze realising who's room I had walked into. The half angel and half demon tattoo that occupied his back had me at a loss. Massaging? I'm housekeeping!

"On the bed?" He asked.

God wouldn't I ever like him on the bed.

"Willa?" He spoke snapping his fingers in my face making my eyes shift from his oh so fabulous chest.

"Huh? How did you-"

"You're wearing a name badge.. The bed yeah?"

I gulped nodding slowly as the words of Alison played in my mind. 'Do not make them wait. They are priority.'

The man before me laid himself face down on the bed with only a white towel covering his lower half of the body. Chewing my lip, I edged towards the bed nervously wondering how on earth I would make a man of his stature and status believe that I was a masseuse?!

'How hard can it be?'

'Hopefully very hard.' A voice chimed back

'Wait who are you?'

'Look at that muscle, sex on a stick... laid out on a bed wait-'

'Stop. Shut up!'

"It's all here." He gestured to a section on his back which pulled me from my minds internal battle.

"Okay. Did you knock it?" I asked realising how stupid I was sounding.

"I fell."

"Okay.. I uh-"

"Look I'm in pain, so straddle me if it means it stops hurting."

Straddle.. Oh he's facing the wrong way for that..

Hussy.

"Right." I nodded looking for something to use on his back. I rushed to the trolley outside the room and grabbed some of the hotels mini moisturising bottles and returned back to him.

Carefully, I climbed over his body and sat back gingerly "Okay?"

"Yep." He replied getting comfortable.

"Might be a little cold." I informed him placing a small dollop on his back.

A hiss left his lips confirming that it was a little too cold, but time was of the essence and this shit could get me fired in a heartbeat.

I rubbed it into his back trying to remember how they did back massages in this place! I had seen a few but aren't you suppose to karate chop their backs and dig your elbows in? To me it always looked so painful.

Giving up, I went with what I knew, and all that was, was my past experience of massaging my feet after pulling a double shift.

Things seemed to be going well as I groan left the man beneath me. Hoping that the groan was a good thing, I continued on from the bottom of his back, massaging every inch of his skin whilst I looked at his tattoo in great detail.

A moan left his lips making me smile at the idea that I could cause that, me. Useless Willa was in fact causing pleasure to the one and only Zak Bagans, demon hunter and paranormal investigator.

"There." He groaned as I used the pads of my thumbs to draw out the bump in his back that I presumed was a knot. Massaging around it, a long groan left Zak's body as the knot dispersed.

"Holy shit.. That was good." He sighed as I grinned trying to find another.

My hands soon found his shoulders and delved into the softness of his skin and the thickness of the muscle that laid under it.

If only Alison could see me now.

It wasn't long before I finished up, feeling a little disheartened that the game was now gonna be up, I took one more lingering glance at the tattoo before climbing off of him.

"Fuck." He mumbled moving to get up slowly.

Zak's face met mine and I gave him a quick smile before collecting the towels to place them in the bathroom.

"You've got miracle hands." He stated as I came back out.

"Uh thanks."

"No pain, damn I needed that." He added standing up.

The towel was hanging lower of his hips revealing that he must have stepped out the shower as I walked in.

"Willa.. Its an unusual name."

"Unusual is a good thing right?" I asked.

He smiled the heart stopping, panties dropping smile.

Oh god just have me already.

"Yeah. I specialise in unusual." He smirked down at me.

"I bet." I breathed trying not to look down at the obvious bulge in that towel.

Did I cause that?

"Here." He pushed out his hand with a tip.

"Oh.. It's really not necessary." I replied shaking my head.

"I insist."

"No really, please sir." I almost pleaded, the word sir causing an emotion to flash behind the storm filled eyes.

"I would be greatly offended." He challenged.

Well shit.

I took it gently from his hand "Thank you." I mumbled looking at my hand.

A warm touch lifted my chin up to meet his eyes again. "You're welcome."

With a blush creeping up from my neck I slowly stepped away and excused myself.

"Have a good day sir." I breathed turning to face the Greek god. Adonis you're so last century. Zak Bagans has taken your throne.

"Oh I think I will now." He smirked.

Grabbing the door handle to leave, he spoke again.

"Oh Willa?"

"Yes sir."

"Tell the masseuse that I won't be needing their services."

My face burned as hot as the sun as he looked at me. Caught red handed and unable to bullshit my way out of it, I tried to come up with some explanation.

"Whatever you're going to say... Save it. I'll see you the same time tomorrow." He replied.

"Sorry?" I questioned as he approached.

"You might be if you don't turn up.. Same time tomorrow. Got it?"

I gulped and nodded before hurrying out the hotel room with a mental kick.

What the hell have I started!