Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 80517 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80517 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
“All these remotes are for the television as well as the music system that plays throughout the house. The small gray one is for the curtains.”
“I’ve never had a remote for curtains before. If my sisters ever visit, we must hide that.” I laugh at her while she smiles and walks back out, turning left and heading down a narrow hallway. Different types of frames line the wall from top to bottom. All personal. I try to stop and take it in, but she’s already at the end of the hallway that opens up to a huge kitchen.
The middle counter is all white and gray marble. A white vase with red flowers brings out the light in the house. Skylights from the ceiling let in more light. The range against the wall is black. White cabinets line up the two walls while her huge ass fridge is against the wall on the other side. One door is see-through and you can see that there isn’t much inside. We are going to have to make sure it’s stocked at all times. While I’m training, I hate eating unhealthy. She walks to the other side of the room into what she calls the dining room. There’s a white square marble table in the center with eight brown chairs around it. A vase of green flowers sits in the middle with a couple of candles. Her mail is on the table, so she picks it up.
“Everything is so white,” I tell her while she ignores me. “Can you show me where my room is?”
She puts the mail down on the table, taking off her jacket and throwing it over one of the chairs while she takes off the heels she’s been wearing. “Follow me.” She leads me back to the hallway where we take the stairs up to the second level. Once we get there, I see there are two doors. She points to the right. “That’s my room.” She ignores me, opening the door, and then walks a couple of feet into the hallway to the door on the left. “And this,” she says, opening the door, “is my off—” But she stops talking. “What in the hell is going on?” she says, walking into the huge room that doesn’t look like an office at all.
The big king-sized bed in the middle of the room against the wall lets me know this isn’t an office. The walls are painted a nice soft gray, making the red and navy blue cover pop even more. The furniture is all dark and very masculine.
“No, no, no, no.” She keeps chanting, walking to the door in the corner. She opens it and I see it’s an empty walk-in closet. “I’m going to fucking kill Jose,” she says while she pulls out her cell phone to call someone. “Jose, it’s Karrie. What happened to my office?” she asks, one second away from snapping and throwing something across the room. I don’t know what Jose tells her, but she replies, “No, the bedroom upstairs is the gray room, not my office.” She nods her head and then all she says is goodbye.
“So good news,” she tells me. “This is your room. Bad news, your bathroom is upstairs. But you’re fit. It’ll be fine.” She shrugs her shoulders while I take off my jacket, tossing it on the bed. I unsnap the buttons on my wrists.
“Whatever, I’m not difficult.” I walk to the window, which is facing the small covered backyard. “I noticed that the fridge is empty downstairs, so I’ll make a list and you can go and pick up the things I’ll need.” I turn to face her.
“Um, excuse me?” She puts a hand on her hip. “Pick up the things you need? I think you’re confused just a touch. I’m a chaperone, not a PA. You want someone at your beck and call, hire someone.”
“They did, you,” I tell her, watching her bite her teeth together so hard, I think her teeth might snap.
She charges out of the room, opening her bedroom door and slamming it. I wait at the entrance of my room, listening to the banging that’s going on behind her closed door. I’m about to go knock when the door swings open.
“You listen here.” She walks up to me, huffing and pointing her finger at me. “You want stuff in the fridge, go buy it yourself. You need soap or shampoo, get it on your way out. You need your cleaning picked up, I’ll call you an Uber. I won’t now, nor ever, be at your beck and fucking call.”
I don’t hear anything else that comes out of her mouth. The only thing I can focus on is her lips and how plump they are and how she licks them a lot when she’s angry and the only thing running through my mind now is making them even more plump by kissing the shit out of her.