Chapter 9 In His Thirties

• Ben did as instructed and stopped pestering Chelsea. “Don't be angry anymore. Please be careful on the road and watch where you're going,” he urged before leaving to help clean up her mess.
• After watching him leave, Chelsea quickly turned her attention toward Liam. But the man had since walked away, and she decided not to give chase. After all, Wendy was the least of her worries at that moment.
• Her client was the only one she couldn't afford to offend!
• Traffic on weekends was horrid, and it was already a quarter past three when Chelsea arrived at Femme Fatale. Amanda, her service attendant, didn't even try to hide her displeasure. “Any later, and we won't need you here anymore,” she scolded.
• “Isn't the appointment at four o'clock? It's only a little past three now...”
• “You're not supposed to come punctually at four. What if the client decides to come earlier? Are you going to let him wait?”
• Chelsea fought a rising panic as she muttered, “Oh no... Has the client arrived?”
• “The client got here five minutes before you did, only to find out that you weren't here yet. He knows it's your first time, so he went for a drink. He'll take a bath after that and then come back for you. The client has been kind enough to give you time. You ought to be grateful and serve him well.” Annoyed with Chelsea, Amanda stripped her down even before she got to the bathroom.
• Chelsea kept her head down and fumed silently. I got here before the appointment time. How is it my fault that the client decided to come early? Besides, he was so rough with me last night. So why should I be grateful?
• With no time to lose, Chelsea took a quick shower before getting pushed toward the bathtub. When she saw the petals floating in the tub, Chelsea's eyes widened with alarm. “Didn't I get a lavender bath yesterday? Why has it been changed to jasmine today? I'm allergic to jasmine flowers. I can't possibly serve the client after this.”
• “What the hell! Why didn't you tell me earlier? How are we going to make it in time now?” Amanda was so angry that she spewed a whole lot of expletives before frantically calling her supervisor to ask the client for his opinion.
• It took a while, but the client finally decided to change the choice of flowers to Osmanthus.
• The secret to a fragrant Osmanthus-scented bath was to use sun-dried Osmanthus flowers. It gave the sweetest and most pleasant fragrance that lingered on the skin, guaranteed to make any woman even more enticing.
• As good as the bath was, it had taken up so much time that it was already past four o'clock when Chelsea was finally done with it.
• Despite being scolded, Chelsea held her tongue and hurriedly followed the attendant to the client's room. Amanda was embarrassed and frightened, as Femme Fatale had always been strict about tardiness. If the client threw a fit, she would have to face the music too.
• Forcing a smile on her face, she entered the room together with Chelsea to explain, “Apologies for being late. Femme 009 didn't inform us about her allergies...”
• “I know. You don't have to explain,” the client interrupted with a nonchalant wave of his hand. “Bring me two bottles of red wine.” The client was dressed in a white robe, just like the day before. The white mask on his face obscured his facial features so well that Chelsea wondered how he could see, breathe or even drink wine.
• Nevertheless, what caught Chelsea's eye was the client's well-built figure. She had to admit that Donald was right. Even though he was sitting on the edge of the bed, Chelsea could tell that he was at least six feet tall. He had no bald patches, no beer belly, and nary an ounce of fat on him. His skin was smooth with a healthy tan, and his fingers were long and slender. From the looks of it, he seemed to be in his thirties.
• A feeling of relief instantly washed over Chelsea. Thank goodness my client isn't a disgusting old man!
• Soon, Amanda came back with the wine. But before she could pour it out, the client pointed at Chelsea and said, “Let her finish both bottles...”