washing and conditioning my hair. I rinsed off, toweled off,
then tugged on the yoga clothes. Rafael’s bedroom still smelled like chocolate
mousse, so I pulled the comforter and sheets from the bed. I separated the
duvet from the comforter and shoved it inside the washing machine with the
sheets. Conveniently enough, his washer and dryer were located in the same spot
as mine.
I
rifled through the linen closet, searching for a fresh set of sheets so I could
make the bed for Rafael. I went to check out the gym when I finished making the
bed.
The
gym held a couple of benches, punching bags in all shapes and sizes, and a ton
of free weights. A large black mat lie in the center of the floor. The walls
were painted charcoal gray, except for the one that was completely covered in
mirrors. I took one look at the mirror and promptly added the weight room to my
list of fantasies.
The
color scheme for Rafael’s bedroom was black, gray, and red. I wandered through
the rest of the house to see what it looked like. The guy clearly favored
black. All of his leather furniture was black. His dining room table and chairs
were also black. His coffee table and end tables were chrome and glass. He had
a minimalist approach to his décor. His only artwork appeared to be black and
white photographs.
I
eyed the new key on my key chain and suddenly realized I didn’t know how to set
his alarm. I shot a quick text off to Rafael. Is your alarm the same as
mine? Do I need to set it before I go?
Rafael
quickly called me back. “You have your own security code on my alarm. It’s the
name of the café where we first had coffee together. You can set and disarm the
alarm with that code. I can also set the alarm remotely if you don’t want to
hassle with it. Just text me when you’re coming and going, so I know when to
activate and disable it.”
I
pulled my purse over my shoulder and gathered up my dress. “I don’t want to
bother you when you’re working, so I’ll just use the security code. I remember
the name of the café. Thanks again for last night. I had a wonderful time. Oh,
and I really like the gym… your whole house actually.”
Rafael
chuckled. “Good. Hopefully, you’ll be spending a lot of time there. Let me know
how the interview goes, and good luck with Kadyn tonight.”
My
stomach turned at the thought of telling Kadyn about Rafael. “Thanks. I’ll try
to touch base later tonight.”
Rafael
disconnected the call. I set his alarm and locked the door behind me. I had to
admit it was pretty dang convenient to walk just a couple of steps over to my
place… maybe a little too convenient.
I
ran upstairs to my bathroom so I could apply my make-up and style my hair. I
changed into my navy blue dress suit, grabbed a padfolio from the office, and
programmed the address to Seeds for Peace into my cell phone. I grabbed a
bottle of water from the fridge as I cut through the kitchen on my way to the garage.
I
was halfway up I-395 before I realized I had forgotten coffee. How was I
supposed to get through a job interview without coffee? I clutched my
steering wheel as I talked myself down from a full blown anxiety attack. Thankfully,
rush hour traffic was beginning to die down.
I
was still stressing over the coffee, or the lack thereof, when I walked into
the office. I checked in with the receptionist, settled into a chair near her
desk, and texted Shae. I’m here!
“Ms.
Stone?”
I
jumped to my feet. A gentleman in his mid-forties was approaching me. He had
dark blond hair, light blue eyes, and a trim build. He was wearing a dark gray
suit with a black and gray patterned tie. I quickly shoved the phone inside my
purse. “Yes. I’m Kristine Stone.”
He
offered me his hand. “I’m Paul Scott, the Executive Director of Seeds for
Peace. Thanks for coming in on such short notice.”
I
smiled as I shook Mr. Scott’s hand. “Thank you, Mr. Scott. I really appreciate
the opportunity to interview for a position with your
then tugged on the yoga clothes. Rafael’s bedroom still smelled like chocolate
mousse, so I pulled the comforter and sheets from the bed. I separated the
duvet from the comforter and shoved it inside the washing machine with the
sheets. Conveniently enough, his washer and dryer were located in the same spot
as mine.
I
rifled through the linen closet, searching for a fresh set of sheets so I could
make the bed for Rafael. I went to check out the gym when I finished making the
bed.
The
gym held a couple of benches, punching bags in all shapes and sizes, and a ton
of free weights. A large black mat lie in the center of the floor. The walls
were painted charcoal gray, except for the one that was completely covered in
mirrors. I took one look at the mirror and promptly added the weight room to my
list of fantasies.
The
color scheme for Rafael’s bedroom was black, gray, and red. I wandered through
the rest of the house to see what it looked like. The guy clearly favored
black. All of his leather furniture was black. His dining room table and chairs
were also black. His coffee table and end tables were chrome and glass. He had
a minimalist approach to his décor. His only artwork appeared to be black and
white photographs.
I
eyed the new key on my key chain and suddenly realized I didn’t know how to set
his alarm. I shot a quick text off to Rafael. Is your alarm the same as
mine? Do I need to set it before I go?
Rafael
quickly called me back. “You have your own security code on my alarm. It’s the
name of the café where we first had coffee together. You can set and disarm the
alarm with that code. I can also set the alarm remotely if you don’t want to
hassle with it. Just text me when you’re coming and going, so I know when to
activate and disable it.”
I
pulled my purse over my shoulder and gathered up my dress. “I don’t want to
bother you when you’re working, so I’ll just use the security code. I remember
the name of the café. Thanks again for last night. I had a wonderful time. Oh,
and I really like the gym… your whole house actually.”
Rafael
chuckled. “Good. Hopefully, you’ll be spending a lot of time there. Let me know
how the interview goes, and good luck with Kadyn tonight.”
My
stomach turned at the thought of telling Kadyn about Rafael. “Thanks. I’ll try
to touch base later tonight.”
Rafael
disconnected the call. I set his alarm and locked the door behind me. I had to
admit it was pretty dang convenient to walk just a couple of steps over to my
place… maybe a little too convenient.
I
ran upstairs to my bathroom so I could apply my make-up and style my hair. I
changed into my navy blue dress suit, grabbed a padfolio from the office, and
programmed the address to Seeds for Peace into my cell phone. I grabbed a
bottle of water from the fridge as I cut through the kitchen on my way to the garage.
I
was halfway up I-395 before I realized I had forgotten coffee. How was I
supposed to get through a job interview without coffee? I clutched my
steering wheel as I talked myself down from a full blown anxiety attack. Thankfully,
rush hour traffic was beginning to die down.
I
was still stressing over the coffee, or the lack thereof, when I walked into
the office. I checked in with the receptionist, settled into a chair near her
desk, and texted Shae. I’m here!
“Ms.
Stone?”
I
jumped to my feet. A gentleman in his mid-forties was approaching me. He had
dark blond hair, light blue eyes, and a trim build. He was wearing a dark gray
suit with a black and gray patterned tie. I quickly shoved the phone inside my
purse. “Yes. I’m Kristine Stone.”
He
offered me his hand. “I’m Paul Scott, the Executive Director of Seeds for
Peace. Thanks for coming in on such short notice.”
I
smiled as I shook Mr. Scott’s hand. “Thank you, Mr. Scott. I really appreciate
the opportunity to interview for a position with your
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