But I’m sure this would change things for me now in some circles, not that I cared. Storm was right, having food on the table and a roof over my head was way more important. With what I’d made thus far from the sale of my stuff and what he promised to pay, I might just be able to breathe easy for at least the next couple of months. As I snuggled down into the soft silk covered pillows I was sure of one thing. No way Simone did this. She was just not the type.
9
Jason
I stayed awake half the night worrying about whether or not she’d show up the next day. I only found peace and rest once I assured myself that if she wasn’t there by quarter past I’d just have to go drag her ass out of that mausoleum she calls a home.
I rushed through breakfast, making my elderly housekeeper slash cook cluck at me like a mother hen. Celeste is an old friend of my mom’s who’d followed me out here because apparently I couldn’t be trusted to take care of myself. That’s the story mom had given her when she sicced her on me, but we both knew it was because her fuckhead of a bastard spawn had stolen all her money to get high, and what he didn’t spend, she did, trying to keep his dumb ass out of jail.
“You hardly touched a thing. Are you ill? I’ve been meaning to ask because lately you haven’t been eating enough to keep a gnat full. Do I need to call Marjorie?” Oh hell no. The old sneak knows that threat usually gets me to straighten up and fly right, but this time I couldn’t give her what she wanted. “I promise that I’m fine, please don’t sic Cerberus on me.” I kissed her cheek and made my escape leaving her to snicker behind me.
I barely restrained myself from having the driver speed, even though I was an hour earlier than usual. Once inside my office I didn’t know what to do with myself since trying to read through reports left me stymied. Words ran together forming a blur, and when I finally worked through that, I read the same line over and over until I just gave up.
I couldn’t have handled this shit as a teen that’s for sure. I’m too damn high strung, as mom would say. I looked at the clock three times in five minutes, walked around my desk a time or two then ended up staring out the window.
I should sit down and work out what it was I was hiring her to do but I couldn’t even concentrate on that. By the time the clock said five to, my heart picked up speed and I was twitchy as fuck. I didn’t like this feeling shit but there didn’t appear to be anything I could do about it.
I felt her the second she came into my atmosphere. I was about to get up and go after her, but my phone beeped. It was my secretary announcing her arrival. I made myself sit still and look relaxed as she entered. She looked like a completely different person from the girl who’d blubbered all over me last night.
If I were a lesser man she could probably talk me out of all I’d worked for in my life, that’s the kind of woman she was. That air of sophistication mixed with effortless beauty, her poise her demeanor. She was the whole package, and the fact that she didn’t play off of that only made her all the more appealing. She looked, smelt, and acted like money. I wonder how long she would survive in the ‘real world’.
“Good morning Mr. Storm.” I was a little taken aback at first to realize that it was the first time she’d ever called me by name. I was about to tell her Jason would be fine, but I kinda liked the way that Mr. sounded coming from her.
“Good morning Emily, I trust you had a good night.” No one looking at her now would guess the night she’d had. The red puffiness was gone from her eyes and they shone as though she didn’t have a care in the world. Her neat little skirt and blouse, though meant to show professionalism only worked to show off her assets. I could still imagine her legs and that fine ass that had been on full display last night. Maybe I should drop in on her unannounced after hours more often, see what other goodies she wears to bed. Then again…
“Yes I did thank you.” She took a seat in the visitor’s chair in front of my desk and drew a sheaf of papers from her bag. I raised a brow at this because I knew she never worked a day in her life, but it turned out not be a resume. “I did some research to get an idea of what this job entails…”