Ebitimi instructed Fumnaya to deliver a bottle of Hennessy to one of the hotel rooms. Fumn with a puzzled expression on her face, took the bottle from the fridge with a beer glass and lots of ice.

She placed them in a bowl and then turned to Ebitimi who was chit chatting with Nengi.

"Why am I being asked to deliver drinks to a hotel room?" It was nighttime already and customers were trickling in slowly since it was a Thursday. Shouldn't Nengi be the one doing that since she'd gotten more adapted to the work? Fumn thought.

Ebitimi frowned at her complaint and signaled her to the door that just opened.

Fumn blew out a breath and carried the bowl before heading to the reception area.

"Got some deliveries to make." Fumn lifted the heavy trough on the desk and Tolani passed her a keycard with a bright smile.

"Have fun," she whispered sweetly making Fumn smirk. Delivering drinks to a room under a dude's name was pure torture. Not fun.

She thanked Tolani and headed carefully up the spiral stairs. She slotted the key card in the scanner as she reached the top and pushed the main door open.

She confusedly walked down the lobby trying to locate which room had twelve written boldly on the door. She was told it was on middle floor but she wasn't so sure.

Fumn came across a twelve as she was about turning to leave out of frustration. She exhaled shakily and knocked on the door. It took a while, nobody answered so she knocked again.

Fumn shuffled about her feet, getting tired of waiting for the guy to answer the door. She spotted a camera by the top left corner and waved to it. Then, the door opened by itself. Fumn's mouth rounded in surprise as she stepped in the plush hotel room. It was painted in stark white with deep splashes of red.

The huge mahogany wardrobe which was in built was in contrast with the pale blue crisp sheets on the king sized bed.
A bedside table with a glow lamp was by the side giving the place a comely feeling. Fumn gawked at the exquisite taste of the room. It was definitely made for an exclusive, she thought.

Fumn dropped the bowl cautiously on the glass table almost slipping on something that was lying on the floor unguardedly. It was a used condom. Fumn sidestepped around it just as the shower stopped running and someone creaked the door open, bare butt naked. Water dripped from his masculine body to the dry tiled floor.

Fumn shielded her eyes at the awkward sight and muttered that she was handing over the drink that he ordered for. The guy didn't seem bothered to cover his flea. He walked around Fumn who shifted away and checked the drink label. Hennessy. He shook his head and sighed.

"I definitely didn't order this," he spoke in a low timbre. His brand was something more exotic, not cheap.

"Oooh, then who did? I was asked to give a Mr Dele at room 12 and this is the room. Or am I wrong?"

The guy huffed. "There's another room twelve upstairs duh." He eyed Fumn's long legs in a spandex and licked his lips. Fumn with her eyes partly closed muttered her apologies and leaned in to retrieve the bowl she came with. Her ass was smacked hard and she jolted sharply.

This time, she didn't cover her eyes. Instead, she stared angrily at his face. A look of pure horror flashed in her orbs as she saw that it was Ozo.

"What the fuck man?" Her gaze landed on his now erect dick. "I never told you I was working here, how did you find me? And who in the hell did you just fuck?"

"Is that any of your business?" Ozo bounced on the bed fondling his erection. "You refused to date me or have my time. You only come to me when you are sexually starved or when you're angry about whatever. You don't care about hurting my feelings it seems. Because for two years now, I have been openly confessing my desire to have you committed in a relationship."

"What the fuck are you saying?" Fumn questioned surprisingly. "You never told me any of that."

"Did I?" Ozo sprang up from the bed like a cat stalking his prey and Fumn began edging backwards. The salient muscle in his jaw twitched and his coffee brown eyes glinted mischievously. She knew the look, he was raving mad.

"I didn't need to tell you. I left subtle hints every time we were together. We just had this connection you know, connection you have been afraid to acknowledge. You like me one way or the other, so quit stalling and just have me." Fumn shuddered at his loud, angry tone.

She turned her head away as Ozo's bathed breath fanned her face.

"I don't have time for this Ozo. I have to get to work, if I am caught here, I will be fired."

"Really?" Ozo grazed a thumb over her bottom lip, parting it to reveal her perfect set of teeth. He quietly slipped a hand into Fumn's thin lace panties and stroked lightly. "Then why are you so wet for me hun?"

Ozo bit softly on her neck making Fumn moan in delight. She squirmed as Ozo straddled her and rough handled her uniform almost tearing it in the process. He freed one supple breast from her bra and teased her taut nipple with his wet tongue.

"Ozo, I am serious. We shouldn't be doing this while I am at work," Fumn pleaded her voice trembling. Ozo didn't want to listen. He covered her mouth with his wide palm, muting her desperate pleas and continued his slaughter on her breast.

He would stop after a time and watch Fumn writhe in agony at the loss of his warmth.

Just when he thought, he had pierced through her icy barrier, Fumn shot up from the bed with shaky legs. She grabbed the order she came with and rushed out of the room. Ozo swore under his breath.

Fumn's eyes immediately collided with a guy in a flabby trouser and a basketball top that showed off his muscular arms. He was making a distress call and eyeing Fumn's hashed appearance.

Fumn realizing herself buttoned her top hurriedly and unsuspectingly walked past. But the guy's deep voice halted her.

"You're a waitress right?" Fumn couldn't really understand what the guy asked because of his thick foreign accent but she nodded her head.

"Is that my order?" The guy dismissed the person he was talking to on the phone and Fumn's eyes widened.

"Were you talking with my manager?" She stood rooted to the spot.

"Yeah. I think there's a problem with my order, I have been waiting for it for quite a while." Dele slipped a hand cooly into his pocket, eyeing Fumn warily.

"Are you the one supposed to deliver it?"

Fumn looked up from the ice that had already melted and nodded. Dele snickered.

"You've got to be kidding me." Fumn didn't fail to hear the disappointment lacing his words.

"My room is upstairs, go put it there. Also, I will be needing fresh ice." The articulated phrase tumbled out from his mouth in a rush leaving Fumn dazzled.

"You say?" Fumn quizzed in a colloquial manner.

"Now, go on." He gestured for her to climb up the stairs as he briskly descended.

"And no more of that nonsense you just did is allowed in my father's hotel." With those parting words, he left, leaving Fumn's jaw hanging loose.