anything. We even quiz each other. I now know he enjoys his steak medium-rare, has at least one glass of wine every day to relax, and likes to take long showers. He enjoys anything that has to do with women (of course, that’s a no-brainer), loves dressing well, and enjoys fishing from time to time (I didn’t see that one coming). He also likes to play video games in his spare time (I definitely did not see that one from a mile away), and he sometimes likes to gamble (no wonder he was in Vegas).
He dislikes girls who make everything difficult (I think that remark meant for me specifically, but whatever), hates loud music (I might use that against him sometime), men who behave like pigs (I snorted reading that one), his sister (ouch), his parents (more ouch!), bad writing, and obligations. Ha, I guess we have one thing in common.
Well, it’s nice to know all this, but I still don’t know shit about him, and neither does he. It’s just not possible to write your whole damn life on a little piece of paper, let alone know yourself well enough to be able to explain it to everyone.
I think it’s wiser to stick to the important stuff like who our family is, where we went to college, what we do for a living. For instance, I know his sister’s name is Emily, that he has a brother named Adrian and another named Christopher, and that his parents are Tricia (short for Patricia) and Frank. If I can only remember not to call his brother Christopher … Leo told me that he hates it; he prefers Chris.
I hope I don’t screw up.
I’m getting worked up over nothing, but damn, my job depends on this and I can’t mess up. My armpits are already sweaty by the time the jet has landed. We leave the airport in a personal limo that Leo has arranged for us. I don’t know how much time we spend driving toward his parents’ house, but the closer we get, the more anxious I feel. I tell myself to calm down, but when I spot Leo peeking at me with a lopsided grin on his face, I get the urge to make them pull over so I can run far away.
It’s stupid, I know. He’d never let me leave.
I snort to myself, thinking not even bad jokes are going to save me from this. It’s happening, whether I like it or not. So I better put my big girl panties on, pretend I’m the nicest fucking wife he could ever have and get it over with.
And then I can go back to being the snooty assistant I’ve always been.
I’m surprised to find out his parents actually live in an estate far from the city center, close to the edge of a forest. Their land is huge, and it takes us a minute to drive from the gates up to the house, which is also enormous. It reminds me of those castles the queen of England owns, except his mother isn’t the queen, and this is ridiculously unbelievable. Completely in awe, I let him escort me out of the car, but then he comes to a stop a few feet away from the door. He pulls my hand and turns me toward him, narrowing his eyes.
“Do you remember everything I told you?”
“Yes, I think …”
“Don’t worry about it. Just relax and act natural.”
“I’m about to meet your parents, it can’t get any more absurd than this,” I say.
“Oh, yes it can … wait until you meet them.” He chuckles. “Or worse.”
I frown. “Worse?”
His lip curls up into a smile. “I’m glad it’s just them and not my entire family.”
That makes my pupils dilate. Oh, god no. I don’t even want to think about it.
“Well, let’s just get this over with. The sooner it’s done, the faster I can get back to being just your assistant,” I muse, as I take a deep breath.
“Hmm … pity,” he hums.
“What?” I glance over my shoulder at him.
“Oh, nothing.” He walks to the door. “Let’s just go inside.”
He rings the doorbell, and the moment his finger leaves the button, my heart begins to race. Some guy in a suit opens.
“Leo, how nice to see you.”
“Hey, Dave,” Leo says, and he leans in close to my ear, whispering,
He dislikes girls who make everything difficult (I think that remark meant for me specifically, but whatever), hates loud music (I might use that against him sometime), men who behave like pigs (I snorted reading that one), his sister (ouch), his parents (more ouch!), bad writing, and obligations. Ha, I guess we have one thing in common.
Well, it’s nice to know all this, but I still don’t know shit about him, and neither does he. It’s just not possible to write your whole damn life on a little piece of paper, let alone know yourself well enough to be able to explain it to everyone.
I think it’s wiser to stick to the important stuff like who our family is, where we went to college, what we do for a living. For instance, I know his sister’s name is Emily, that he has a brother named Adrian and another named Christopher, and that his parents are Tricia (short for Patricia) and Frank. If I can only remember not to call his brother Christopher … Leo told me that he hates it; he prefers Chris.
I hope I don’t screw up.
I’m getting worked up over nothing, but damn, my job depends on this and I can’t mess up. My armpits are already sweaty by the time the jet has landed. We leave the airport in a personal limo that Leo has arranged for us. I don’t know how much time we spend driving toward his parents’ house, but the closer we get, the more anxious I feel. I tell myself to calm down, but when I spot Leo peeking at me with a lopsided grin on his face, I get the urge to make them pull over so I can run far away.
It’s stupid, I know. He’d never let me leave.
I snort to myself, thinking not even bad jokes are going to save me from this. It’s happening, whether I like it or not. So I better put my big girl panties on, pretend I’m the nicest fucking wife he could ever have and get it over with.
And then I can go back to being the snooty assistant I’ve always been.
I’m surprised to find out his parents actually live in an estate far from the city center, close to the edge of a forest. Their land is huge, and it takes us a minute to drive from the gates up to the house, which is also enormous. It reminds me of those castles the queen of England owns, except his mother isn’t the queen, and this is ridiculously unbelievable. Completely in awe, I let him escort me out of the car, but then he comes to a stop a few feet away from the door. He pulls my hand and turns me toward him, narrowing his eyes.
“Do you remember everything I told you?”
“Yes, I think …”
“Don’t worry about it. Just relax and act natural.”
“I’m about to meet your parents, it can’t get any more absurd than this,” I say.
“Oh, yes it can … wait until you meet them.” He chuckles. “Or worse.”
I frown. “Worse?”
His lip curls up into a smile. “I’m glad it’s just them and not my entire family.”
That makes my pupils dilate. Oh, god no. I don’t even want to think about it.
“Well, let’s just get this over with. The sooner it’s done, the faster I can get back to being just your assistant,” I muse, as I take a deep breath.
“Hmm … pity,” he hums.
“What?” I glance over my shoulder at him.
“Oh, nothing.” He walks to the door. “Let’s just go inside.”
He rings the doorbell, and the moment his finger leaves the button, my heart begins to race. Some guy in a suit opens.
“Leo, how nice to see you.”
“Hey, Dave,” Leo says, and he leans in close to my ear, whispering,
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