Someone is there

Camille stands in the door while her surprise quickly turns into horror.

In front of her, a young room attendant (who looks just as much surprised and scared as her), is standing near the her bed.

"W-who are you? What are you doing here?" She squeals, instictively covering herself with her hands.

"I'm ... i'm sorry, Madame. There was no signpost on the knob ... And i could swear having seen you sunbathing down at the beach just a few minutes ago ..." He stammers terrified with his eyes almost popping out of his skull.

Camille remains speechless, while the boy acknowleges for the first time her attire, looking at her closely form head to feet.

She blushes, while his gaze hesitates upon her see-through panties.

"I ... i came to clean the room, as everyday , Madame."

"Get out! Now!" She shouts while darting back into the bathroom. She quickly grabs her silk robe and puts it on istictively.

"By all means, Madame." Replyes the boy from the bedroom.

Checking herself in front of the mirror, Camille gets struck by a worrying tought, as she hears the door being opened.

Did he heard?

"Wait!" She exclamis, peeking her head briefly in the bathroom doorstep.

The boy is pushing his cart though in hallway.

"Madame?"

"Come back inside for a moment, and close the door please." She says, still in front of the bathroom's mirror.

The boy obidiently does as told, closing the door behind his back.
Camille hears the the door close.
With her heart racing, she ties her robe as thighter as she can.

"Before you go, i have to ask you something ... Just now ... you said you came to clean the room ... How long did you stood there? How much did you heard?" She says appearing on the bathroom doorstep.

The boy hesitates.

"Madame, i heard nothing ... " He says almost whispering, yet unable to hide himself checking her out.

Camille, now back in control of the situation, notices the boy's apprehension.
He's very young and probably too scared of being fired to tell her anything.
But that doesn't mean he didn't heard ...
It just meant that you catch more flies with honey than vinegar.

"What's your name?" She ask, smiling gently.

"Youcef, Madame." He replies lowering his eyes and blushing.

She chuckles. She's not much older than him, five years maybe, yet he calls her Madame.
He sees her as a mature, married lady.
Normally she would be perfectly fine with that, actually she would exect it in a place like this, but to get him talk, she has to look more approachable.

"There's nothing to worry about, Youcef. I'm Camille." She smiles him, but the boy keeps looking down to her naked feet.

"You know what? You probably heard me back there, blabbering in the bathroom ..." She begins merrily.

"I was just playing around a bit, i really love my husband. In fact i'm actually preparing him a surprise ... We are on our honeymoon ... "

Youcef rasises his gaze, curious.

"I was trying on some new lingerie for him ... I think you noticed that as well." She smirks, tucking coyly the hem of her robe on her chest, aware of the boy's probing gaze.

The boy blushes, turning down his eyes again.

"It's all right. The mistake was mine, i forgot to put out the signpost when i got back in the room." She hurries to reassure him.

"I was bored and alone. So while trying out in front of the mirror i started talking to myself, like i do with my friend Marie when we go shopping."

The boy slowly raises his eye and stares at Camille confused.

"Yeah, it's silly i know. I just want you to understand, that i didn't mean the things i said back then." She concludes, biting her lips.

The boy seems to ponder his words before speaking.

"Madame, i would never do intentionally something that could cause you harm. Even if i heard something, i would never tell your husband ..."

He says leaving the sentence unfished.
Cammile stares at him interrogatively, apphrensively trying to evaluate if the boy is actually attempting to **** her.

"Instead i think i can help you." He blurts out.

"Help me? How?" Ask Camille, relived by the boy's answer.

"You are choosing what to wear, right? And you said that usually your friend Marie helps you to decide. But ... w-what's best than another man point of view, if you really want to please your husband? I'll play Marie for you and help."

Camille is stunned by the Youcef's boldness.
In way he is right, she usually depends so much on Marie's advices, that a second opinion, is exactly what she needs now.

Her husband probably wouldn't like the replacement though.
She has to refuse politely, without disapponting him. What would say Jan if she did that?

On the other hand, this could buy her once and for all, the boy's silence.
And what would be wrong with it after all? No big deal in showing off some skin.
It would be just like a Victoria's Secrets runaway show, with her being the top model for a very selected audience.

She hesitates while Youcef stares at her with her with his lively black eyes.