Chapter 9 - Handsome Adonis (1/2)

Arrogant and definitely not her type, was the thought Arianna had when he finally spoke. The fact he was this handsome - more good-looking than her - was a stab to her woman pride. Weren't women supposed to be prettier than men?

He must have many women drooling over his features wherever he goes, she would not be another addition to his endless list. Moreover, he was probably a one-time customer. There was no need to make him feel important.

”Excuse me?” was her response to his comment.

”Is your customer service this poor?”

”I don't understand, sir,” She tried to be nice having no clue why he was trying to stir up trouble - it's enough her day started badly already.

She watched him press a finger to his temple and rubbed there as if trying to soothe a headache. Was he not feeling fine? Why does she even care?

”Take that blood away from my sight as well,” he said, waving her away from him as if she was an annoying fly.

This time, Arianna's brows furrowed into a tiny frown, ”What blood?”

”Great,” He heaved, ”You're dumb too,”

It took everything in Arianna not to punch that asshole at the moment. It was not unusual to get rude and troublesome customers sometimes but this was her first time meeting one so infuriating. She made a mental image of hurling him up to his feet and punching him across that playboy face but that would result in her being fired and she couldn't afford that at the moment. She needed the money.

So, like a professional service provider, she said, ”I apologize if you're not satisfied with her services rendered,”

He didn't even say a word to that. Such arrogance. However, Arianna continued, ”Perhaps, when you're done, you can put down what aspect of our services you're not satisfied with in the feedback box over there,” she pointed to the small box attached to the wall leading to the entrance.

Arianna watched his lips curl and she couldn't tell if that was a sneer or a smirk. He was unreadable.

”I'll be more comfortable complaining to your manager,” he said, sipping his coffee and all the same time, holding her gaze.

Arianna didn't back down either, she held his gaze. Is that a threat? Her eyes communicated.

Before Arianna could come up with a smart retort, she caught sight of her boss coming out to supervise them and she composed herself at once. The stranger must have followed her line of sight because he laughed this time.

Asshole. He knew she couldn't do anything and there was more room to fulfill his threat.

So Arianna bowed instead and as well put on a show for her boss who had turned in her direction, scrutinizing her action, ”Have a nice time here, sir,” she added under her breath, ”I hope you choke on your drink, pretty face,”

As if Arianna jinxed his luck, he choked on his drink as she desired with some of them spilling down his shirt and she had to fight against the urge to laugh at him - her boss would kill her for that.

So she did what was expected, Arianna grabbed a tissue from the next table with,” Excuse me,” and began to help him wipe his clothes - her boss would be so awed by her concern towards the customers.

Arianna gulped when her hands accidentally pressed too closely to his body and felt his toned chest. This man definitely worked out a lot. She could help but wonder what he did for a living?

Fitness instructor? No, he was too harsh, no sensible trainee would want to be under him. Although women would surely be drawn to that face. A soldier then? No, he was too pretty to be one. Oh God, Arianna shut the hell up and stay away from this stranger.

And that was what she did.

However, before she could move away, he whispered into her ears, the warmth from his breath almost burning her skin, ”People who touch me without permission gets their hands cut off,”