(( Copy pasted from my AO3:: Celebs name changed for flexibility:: choose your fave celebrity))
If it were not for the vintage rug beneath your feet, your heels would clack loudly against the original hardwood, announcing your approach. You were nervous, after all, you’d been tasked with delivering the room key to a celebrity who was staying in the hotel and it wasn’t just any celebrity; it was your celebrity crush.
Once at the double doors you reach out and press your hand against the solid wood and push while your other hand turns the cool lever. The deep creaking sound gives you away and he turns away from the row of windows to face you. His eyes glance you up and down and a smile creeps across his face.
“I thought you got lost.” He jests as he seems to idly roll up the sleeves of his button-down. Your eyes follow his movement, his strong fingers nimbly working the crisp white fabric. The muscles in his arms shift visibly beneath his oaken skin.
You don’t realize you’re staring until his hands rest on his belt. When you lift your eyes you find him silently chuckling in amusement at your adoration.