C3 Please, Ma'am

As Bora slept, she felt something tickling her nose. She twitched, trying to get away from the sensation, but it kept coming back.

Finally, it became too much, and she sneezed herself awake. "Achoo!" she exclaimed, her eyes fluttering open.

Bora's eyes flew open as she woke up to find a furry creature standing over her with a strange smile on its face. "Ahhh!" she screamed, scrambling backwards and off the bed.

As she tumbled onto the floor, she realized that the creature wasn't a wild animal - it was a human. A man. But he was wearing a cloth made with fur. And he was the one who had been tickling her nose!

Bora scrambled to her feet, taking in her new surroundings. She was no longer in her bedroom. Instead, she was in a large hotel room.

The walls were covered in a soft green fabric, and the floor was covered in a plush, deep red carpet. In the corner of the room was a vanity table with a large mirror and an assortment of makeup and hair products.

"Oh come on, don't be like that," the man purred, his voice deep and seductive.

But Bora only stared at him in horror. "Ya!, don't come near me!" she yelled, her heart pounding in her chest. "I don't know you! Who are you?"

How had she ended up there, she had no idea. She looked down at herself, seriously hoping she hadn't been undressed and touched.

“Thank God.” Bora breathed a sigh of relief when she realized that she was still in her pajamas, meaning that she hadn't been undressed by this strange man.

But she still couldn't figure out how she had gotten here. One minute she was hanging out with her friends, and the next she was in this strange hotel room with a strange man.

Bora heard the man sigh nonchalantly, and then his strange voice came again. "Don't be shy, little girl," he said. "Roman would treat you right." He then winked at Bora, which only made her more angry.

Bora mumbled to herself, "I'm out of here," and turned to leave, but Roman seemed intent on stopping her.

"Come on, little girl," he said, standing up from the bed and approaching Bora. "Where's the fun if you leave?"

“Ya! Stay right there!” Bora yelled. She was now frightened as the man's height came into full view.

"Ya! Stop right there!" Bora yelled.

As Bora yelled, the man's true height became fully apparent. He towered over her, making her feel like a tiny, helpless child. She took a step back, her fear now fully taking hold.

If she were to let this man have his way with her, she might not make it out of the situation alive.

"Ahh!" Bora cried as she rushed toward the room's exit, fumbling with the door handle. She was relieved when it opened easily.

"Hey!" the man yelled after her, but it was too late. Bora was already out of the room, fleeing for her life.

Bora burst through the door, her heart still pounding, when she suddenly bumped into someone in the hallway.

She knocked the drink from their hand, and the glass shattered, spilling wine all over the floor. The glasses also shattered, leaving tiny shards of glass scattered around.

Bora's eyes widened in horror as she realized what she had done.

"I'm so sorry!" she cried out, reaching out to dab at the man's white shirt with her hands, trying to clean up the red wine that had spilled onto it.

The man just stared at her in stunned silence, his expression unreadable. Bora's heart was pounding in her chest, and she could feel her hands shaking.

As Bora looked up at the waiter, she stammered, "I'll pay for everything. Just... just give me an amount and I'll wire you the….”

Bora's mouth went dry as she took in the man's appearance. He was so handsome, and his voice was deep and soothing.

When he finally spoke, all he said was, "It's alright." His tone was calm and reassuring.

Bora's mind reeled as she gazed at the waiter, her eyes taking in every inch of him.

"He's the most gorgeous man I've ever seen," she thought to herself. "And his voice is so smooth and soothing. I could listen to him talk all day."

She could feel her heart racing as she continued to stare at him, lost in a daze of admiration. She heard him chuckle and her heart skipped a beat.

“Please step back into your room," he said. "I'll clean up the broken glass."

As he bent down to begin picking up the shards, Bora noticed how graceful and efficient his movements were. She was entranced by his elegance and attention to detail.

Bora couldn't bear the thought of this wonderful man taking all the blame for a situation that was, at least in part, her fault. And besides, she didn't want him to leave.

Kneeling down next to the waiter, Bora reached for a piece of broken glass. "No, please," she said, "let me take care of this. I'll pay for everything. Just give me your manager's number."

Bora was taken aback by the man's response. Rather than argue with her, he let out a musical laugh that made her heart skip a beat again. "Hahaha!" he said, his eyes sparkling with mirth.

"I see that you're new here," the waiter said, his voice gentle and kind. Bora's confusion must have been obvious, because he continued, "Money has no value here. That's not how things work here."

Bora was so caught up in the presence of this charming man that she couldn't think straight. The rush of feelings she was experiencing - excitement, confusion, curiosity - left her feeling dizzy.

It was as though her mind was filled with cotton candy, and she couldn't focus on anything except the man in front of her.

Bora was jolted out of her daze as the waiter stood up and began to walk away. She frowned as he spoke. "Enjoy your night, and may you have a happy life together."

Together? With whom? Bora glanced towards the hotel room door, where the large man was still standing. She felt a surge of indignation. There was no way she would spend her life with someone like that!

"No, no, you've got it all wrong," Bora sputtered, but before she could finish her sentence, the man reached out and covered her mouth with his hand.

She tried to pull away, but he was too strong. He pulled her towards him and back into the hotel room, saying, "You'll see, it's going to be a hot night."

Bora's heart was pounding as the man threw her onto the bed, grabbing her pajama pants and beginning to tug them off.

She was starting to panic, feeling completely powerless to stop him, when suddenly, the door burst open.

The man froze, looking up with a confused expression on his face. "Why do I always forget to lock the door?" he said, clearly annoyed with himself.

Bora craned her neck, trying to see past the large man who was blocking her view. And there he was - the waiter from before. He was still as handsome as ever, with his dark eyes and smooth voice.

"What do you want?" the large man barked at him.

The waiter didn't flinch, remaining calm and collected. "The boss would like to see you," he said evenly.

After a moment's hesitation, the large man put on his furry coat and walked out the door.

But before he left, he turned to the waiter and said, "Make sure she doesn't leave this room." His tone was commanding.

The waiter bowed as the large man left, then he straightened up and turned to Bora. "Get up," he said in a low, quiet voice. "We have to leave. He'll be back soon."

There was an urgency to his words, but his tone remained calm and steady. Bora hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do. But something about the waiter's demeanor convinced her to trust him.

Bora's heart skipped a beat as she followed the waiter's instructions. "We'll jump out the window," he said, opening the window and gesturing for her to come closer.

"What floor is this?" Bora asked, her voice trembling.

"The fourth," the waiter replied, a hint of amusement in his voice.

"But... but we'd die if we jump from the fourth floor!" Bora exclaimed, panic rising in her chest.

"Anything is possible here," the waiter said, his tone reassuring.

He gestured for her to jump on his back. After a moment's hesitation, Bora gathered her courage and leaped onto his back. He caught her easily, and she felt a surge of relief.

"Now hold on tight," he said, and before she could reply, he jumped out the window.

Bora screamed, but it was too late to change her mind. She closed her eyes and clutched onto the waiter's back, bracing for the impact.

Bora's thoughts raced as she realized the implications of what had just happened. The waiter had clearly broken company rules by jumping out of a fourth-story window with her.

He was surely going to be fired for this, and it was all her fault. She felt guilty and ashamed, and her heart sank.

Her eyes snapped open when she felt the jarring sensation of hitting the ground. To her astonishment, she was unharmed.

The waiter set her down gently and said, "Please get off my back, ma'am."

Bora was mortified and felt the heat of embarrassment rise to her cheeks. She avoided the waiter's gaze as she stepped off his back.

The waiter surveyed the street before turning back to Bora. "We need to get you somewhere safe before you go back home," he said, his voice firm but gentle. "It's not safe for you here."

Bora nodded her head, then started to give him her address. "Or you can just take me home. My house is on 27 Jeanne..." But before she could finish, the waiter shushed her.

"Let's not discuss that here," he said, glancing around nervously. "Let's just get out of this area first."

Bora started to say, "Let's get a cab!" but the waiter shushed her again, his eyes darting around the crowd.

"Shhh! I think he knows we escaped," he whispered. "He's sent his men after us."

He pulled her into a dark corner, and they huddled together in a tight space. Bora could feel his body close to hers, and the air felt charged with tension.

His shirt was damp from the wine that had spilled on him earlier, and Bora was surprised by how warm his skin felt beneath the fabric.

"Please take your hands off me, ma'am," he whispered, his breath brushing against her cheek.