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not. But stop being a brat! Brat!”
Laughing, I loop my arm through his and head towards the house. He hands me his keys and I open the door, listening before I walk in. All is quiet. I guess the sluts are still asleep.
Dade walks past me and up the stairs. “I’m going to drop these in your room on my way to the shower.” I nod. “Don’t try to do too much while I’m up there, ok? I’ll come whip up something when I’m done. I’ll only be about ten minutes. Why don’t you go sit down and put your feet up.”
Glaring at him, I place my hands on my hips. “Don’t treat me like an invalid, Dade. I’m fine. What do you think I’m going to do? Rearrange the house?” Shooing him up the stairs, I say, “Go, I’ll go make some coffee for you, tea for me, and whip up some eggs. They’re fast.”
Shaking his head, he mumbles while he climbs the stairs, “Why do I bother arguing with her?”
I call back, “I don’t know. Why do you?!”
I hear him chuckle as I head into the kitchen.
I’m just putting the last of the fresh fruit in the bowl as he walks into the kitchen. Setting a plate in front of him, I turn and pour him a cup of coffee before taking it to him. His face has a look of wonder on it. “What?” I ask.
He looks at me and then at the plate, then back at me. “Clove, you said eggs.”
I look at the plate in confusion. “That is eggs.”
Looking at me incredulously, he exclaims, “That is not eggs, Clove. That is art. God, you’re so gifted.”
I look again. I see the egg white, fresh chives, portabello mushroom, and brie omelet along with a fresh fruit salad. It looks like eggs to me, but my heart warms at the compliment. “Thank you.” That reminds me. “Oh shit! I had an appointment with James Black yesterday!”
Dade looks up with narrowed eyes. “James Black? The movie star James Black?! An appointment for what?”
As I’m about to answer him, we hear from the doorway, “Oh, I love James Black. That coffee smells divine.” And a disheveled woman walks into the kitchen wearing a t-shirt that has to belong to Liam.
I look at Dade and say as loudly as I can, “Point made! No thank you!”
He laughs and the brunette’s head swivels around at me. I ignore her and look around her to Dade. “As a personal chef while he’s filming. Bradi set it up. I need to call them and explain what happened.” Then, looking at the brunette, I say rudely, “The coffee and food are divine. However, since you don’t live here and I do, maybe you should get dressed and remove your car from in front of my garage. May I recommend Java and Sweeties for coffee?” I walk past her, “It’s right up the street.” As I hit the door, a solid wall appears and it’s shirtless. Looking at Liam and dismissing him, I walk past him, making sure not to touch him. My heart is racing as I climb the stairs to my room.
Chapter Seven
Liam
T he sound of chatter wakes me from my slumber. As I awaken, I comprehend what I’m hearing. Sounds from the kitchen and the smell of eggs and coffee permeate my room. I turn to look at the space next to me and pray that Chelsee has already gone home. Make-up stains are on the pillow and as I sit up, I see her red lace panties and her shoes on the floor.
Shit! She’s still here. Why is she still here? She’s never stayed over before. Shit. Shit. Shit. Clove and Dade are home. And Chelsee is not wearing her clothes, and is somewhere in the house. Shit! This is not good.
Throwing on my sweatpants from the night before, I forgo a shirt as I head to the kitchen and toward the sound of conversation. As I get closer, I can make out the words.
Clove is going to cook for the Hollywood playboy, James Black!? Is Bradi fucking insane?! She can’t do that. He’ll chew her up and spit her out. Dade won’t let her do that. He won’t let her work for James. No, she can’t work for James Black!
Why do you care, Liam?
I hear Chelsee speak, “Oh, I love James Black. That
Laughing, I loop my arm through his and head towards the house. He hands me his keys and I open the door, listening before I walk in. All is quiet. I guess the sluts are still asleep.
Dade walks past me and up the stairs. “I’m going to drop these in your room on my way to the shower.” I nod. “Don’t try to do too much while I’m up there, ok? I’ll come whip up something when I’m done. I’ll only be about ten minutes. Why don’t you go sit down and put your feet up.”
Glaring at him, I place my hands on my hips. “Don’t treat me like an invalid, Dade. I’m fine. What do you think I’m going to do? Rearrange the house?” Shooing him up the stairs, I say, “Go, I’ll go make some coffee for you, tea for me, and whip up some eggs. They’re fast.”
Shaking his head, he mumbles while he climbs the stairs, “Why do I bother arguing with her?”
I call back, “I don’t know. Why do you?!”
I hear him chuckle as I head into the kitchen.
I’m just putting the last of the fresh fruit in the bowl as he walks into the kitchen. Setting a plate in front of him, I turn and pour him a cup of coffee before taking it to him. His face has a look of wonder on it. “What?” I ask.
He looks at me and then at the plate, then back at me. “Clove, you said eggs.”
I look at the plate in confusion. “That is eggs.”
Looking at me incredulously, he exclaims, “That is not eggs, Clove. That is art. God, you’re so gifted.”
I look again. I see the egg white, fresh chives, portabello mushroom, and brie omelet along with a fresh fruit salad. It looks like eggs to me, but my heart warms at the compliment. “Thank you.” That reminds me. “Oh shit! I had an appointment with James Black yesterday!”
Dade looks up with narrowed eyes. “James Black? The movie star James Black?! An appointment for what?”
As I’m about to answer him, we hear from the doorway, “Oh, I love James Black. That coffee smells divine.” And a disheveled woman walks into the kitchen wearing a t-shirt that has to belong to Liam.
I look at Dade and say as loudly as I can, “Point made! No thank you!”
He laughs and the brunette’s head swivels around at me. I ignore her and look around her to Dade. “As a personal chef while he’s filming. Bradi set it up. I need to call them and explain what happened.” Then, looking at the brunette, I say rudely, “The coffee and food are divine. However, since you don’t live here and I do, maybe you should get dressed and remove your car from in front of my garage. May I recommend Java and Sweeties for coffee?” I walk past her, “It’s right up the street.” As I hit the door, a solid wall appears and it’s shirtless. Looking at Liam and dismissing him, I walk past him, making sure not to touch him. My heart is racing as I climb the stairs to my room.
Chapter Seven
Liam
T he sound of chatter wakes me from my slumber. As I awaken, I comprehend what I’m hearing. Sounds from the kitchen and the smell of eggs and coffee permeate my room. I turn to look at the space next to me and pray that Chelsee has already gone home. Make-up stains are on the pillow and as I sit up, I see her red lace panties and her shoes on the floor.
Shit! She’s still here. Why is she still here? She’s never stayed over before. Shit. Shit. Shit. Clove and Dade are home. And Chelsee is not wearing her clothes, and is somewhere in the house. Shit! This is not good.
Throwing on my sweatpants from the night before, I forgo a shirt as I head to the kitchen and toward the sound of conversation. As I get closer, I can make out the words.
Clove is going to cook for the Hollywood playboy, James Black!? Is Bradi fucking insane?! She can’t do that. He’ll chew her up and spit her out. Dade won’t let her do that. He won’t let her work for James. No, she can’t work for James Black!
Why do you care, Liam?
I hear Chelsee speak, “Oh, I love James Black. That
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