Chapter 2 : Eyes

                                    

                                          
Eyes. What are they? Tools that help you see the truth around you or just mere balls that sit in your body. They could be doors to a whole new world or just the mirror of our own imagination. 
For her, eyes were notoriously distracting. They distracted her from working properly, especially since those green eyes had stuck onto her like a glue. Either they would stare at her openly while she served and cleaned messes in a party or they would steal glances of her while she served guests dinner or worse, they would find out reasons to stay back in the room and get a very good glance of her while she cleaned up a mess. 
" What's your name?" She had seen him the other day, saving her friend at one of those dumb, lavish parties that one of the boys in his gang threw. She had seen him earlier, giving off a black card to one of his closest men as if it were nothing and she knew that he was one rich man who could give her all the luxury a woman wanted. 
" Pari," 
" How long have you worked here, Pari?" 
" 6 months," but she wasn't your normal, average woman. There was something off about her or at least in the way her brain worked because a normal maid would have been shivering in fear at the close proximity that the man had with her 
" Do you have any boyfriends, Pari?" Another pervert who had the courage to get his hands in her hair. He had to be pretty rich to be able to pull a stunt like such because as she turned her head around and threw a pillow onto the bed in anger, she knew that he would never have children if he touched her a little further 
" My private life has nothing to do with you. Sir," a passive aggressive rejection. That was the best that she could do in front of a client because neither could the poor lady lose her job nor did she want to get closer with that man. 
" I'm the CEO of Jaguar Enterprises," 
" Your private life has nothing to do with me. Sir. I'm here only to do my job. Now if you'll excuse me, I still need to clean the kitchen," it was a big multinational company that he talked about. But it also did make sense. Most of the people who lived in that suite were rich. Some were family friends of the owners but in the past half year itself her blue eyes had already seen multiple rich businessmen and actors come and go in that suite 
" I can give you what you want," 
" It's a tacky line," she finally sighed at his foolish attempts. The eyes that were squirming over her body were distracting enough to make her stop dusting the table and look at his amused face 
" Girls generally love to hear this," 
" Well. Then, I think I should start gifting them red flags rather than giving them red roses," he had piqued her interest because not one man had ever managed to put a hand in her hair and walked out alive. Not one. In front of him though, her reflexes had timed down and her mind was interested in the guy who had a huge interest in her body. Like any other normal human's whims, she wished to know more about those deep green eyes and the story behind them. Like every other woman, she wished to learn much more about that laughter coming from his mouth and the look of superiority that he always carried in his eyes. 
" Don't you fear that I'll do something?" 
" I am done cleaning the room, Sir. If you need anything else, please contact the room service," but work time had its restrictions. Sure her curious mind would want to know everything that those perfect abs were to offer. Sure, she wished to place her fingers all over the muscular body of that man and imagine the time he had been swimming in the pool. Sure, she had her own fantasies and desires of the night but work had its limits and her conscience knew where to stop. 
" Hmm. Sure. Go. Scramble about your daily work like a little mouse who gets paid pennies. Or you can stay here and get all that you need and want," mind games. 
Manipulation is a technique that many people use over innocents but that woman was no innocent woman. If you'd rather consider her eyes, and the stern look she gave the man whose eyes were still pointed at her back, you would understand that she came in the former category herself. 
" Or you can stay here and pretend that you like what you do and focus on that," shock is something materialistic as well as emotional. It can move mountains as well as hearts. Although this one little shock that his heart subconsciously received only made it clearer to him. That she was something else. Now, his shocked, yet gazeful eyes were pretty sure that what he felt about that one girl was calling out to him. It was an undiscovered story that his eyes came across and it was the sound of hearts crashing each other that he heart with every step that she took away from him. 
Her sternness. Her strict composure. Her unwavering professionalism. Now, his eyes really wondered what was the worse that he could do to her because she seemed to have already gone through the worst and that is what she had molded into. A strong, independent woman who feared nothing. Someone that his eyes not only found amusing but also appeasing. 
Body language. She could read people's body language and his wandering green eyes knew that not most could do that. She could counter his manipulative tactics to get her in the bed and she could look him in the eyes and dare to reject him even though he knew that there was lust in those blue eyes... 
This maid. 
Who was she? 
And why was he not able to a finger over how or why her story started? Why was she not as easy to read as the others? 
He needed to know more. 
About her and about those blue eyes of hers.