Justin Trudeau X Mr. Cousins

Chapter one: The Introduction

His ocean blue eyes meet mine as his white stallion waltzed it's way towards the front counter of the hotel lobby.

"I have a reservation in the master suite-" the tall man said smiling at me from on top of the horse, searching for a name tag. "Cousin's."

I felt my face turn a slight shade of red, while I struggled to find the words.
"I-it's just Blair,sir." I stuttered trying to keep my attention towards the computer.
The beautiful man climbed off of his tall horse, and moved his way towards the front desk.

He leaned onto the counter, I couldn't help but stare at him. The water droplets from the snow flurries outside. How could a man who's always busy have such good skin care. His glistening complexion caught my attention as I struggled to check the computer to see if the room was cleaned.

Suddenly the glowing man rests his hand on my shoulder and pulls me close, to a point where I'm leaning over the desk. "Hi, I'm Justin Trudeau." He whispers into my ear, I feel the goosebumps run down my body. His breath brushed against my hair sending me pulling away in fear of showing my beat red face.

"H-hello mister Trudeau, your room is ready for you. Floor 7, room 6699 I'll get our bell boy to bring up your luggage, and another to put ur horse in the s-stable out back for you." I stuttered trying to portray the utmost professionalism, refusing to connect eyes with the man.

"Thank you, Blair~"

I rushed into the back room, gripping tightly onto my shirt above my heart. Slamming my body onto the wall and sliding down into a sitting position.
"W-what!?" I muffled into my sleeve trying to gather my thoughts.

Ring-
Ring-
"Hello, front desk speaking. This is Blair"
"Oh, hello Blair~, I was just wanting some room service"
I searched the depth of my mind, trying to conjure who's voice I was hearing.
"Yes, what can I get for you?".
"Well, may I have a helping of chicken fingers?"
<That's it! It's the man from earlier!> I said in my head suddenly recognize the lump in my throat gathering.
"S-sure thing, mister Trudeau."
"How'd you know it was me?" The man questioned. His voice full of curiosity. Each syllable rolled off his tongue, I could only image his plump lips moving is such rhythm. I couldn't help but feel a slight grin grow upon my face.
"Hello?" The man whispered, bringing me back to reality.
"Uh! sorry sir, T-the caller ID was on, it said y-your room number sir."
"Haha, Don't get so rattled, it's okay." He snickered to himself for a moment. "And put chicken fingers on my bill please."
"Y-Yes sir, they'll be up soon."
"Thank you, Blair~"
I hung up the phone right after. <Why am I so nervous? He's just another customer... but I can't lie to myself.. he has some sort of spark... it's crazy..>
"Just crazy" I mutter to myself as I make my way to the back kitchen to wait for the gentleman's food to be ready.

"So you don't know what you feel this way??"
"Absolutely no idea!" I frantically threw my hands in the air towards my friend Patti.

"Well as your only friend without a filter, I think you have feelings for him~" the short plump woman said, resting her weight on her left hip.
"That's crazy! I just met him!... and I don't even know if he is interested in men.." I muttered, as My eyes wonder around the kitchen. My face was a tint of red, and I could tell that Patti could see.
"I don't know... I mean he's cute and all bu-" then Patti interrupted me shoving a plate of chicken strips, might I add, NEARLY causing the chicken strips to fall off the plate.
"Go deliver the plate, Romeo~"
I grabbed the plate frantically. "Okay, okay, and don't call me Romeo!"

I stepped into the elevator, pulling the squeaky trolley. my mind buzzing like crazy with assumptions and theories about what will happen once I enter that room.
I press the floor 7 button.
The doors close making my heart beat a bit faster then it already was.
<what if he doesn't have feelings for me... what if I got the mood wrong and he thinks I'm weird??> I grip tight onto the trolley watching the the number on the small screen on the wall count up.
The whoosh of the elevator door opening blew cold air onto my face, reassuring me of my situation. My heart begins to beat faster, as I begin to make my way through the quiet hallway. The trolley was squeaking so loud I feared it would wake the customers in the hotel next door.

"6697.."
"6698.."
I whispered to myself, counting each door as I pushed the trolley.
I take a deep inhale.
"6699..."
<It'll be perfectly fine. Nothing bad will happen. Everything will be fine.>
I lost my hand towards the door, then hesitate. I let out a large sigh and knock on the door, noticing that my hands are shaking a quickly lower my hand back onto the handle of the trolly.
"Come in! The doors unlocked!" A muffled voice yelled, coming from inside of the room.
I slowly raise my hand and place it on the handle.
"It'll be fine." I assure myself before twisting the handle.

End of chapter one