television on,” I suggested with a smile.
“Hell yeah!” he exclaimed in excitement, all thoughts of teasing me were gone as he jogged to the living room.
I smirked at his actions and shook my head in amusement. He could be such a guy sometimes. I left him to watch shows while I closed the door of my room and stared at the dress on my bed. I hadn’t moved it from where I last put it down this morning. I glanced at it for a moment before sighing dejectedly. Afterwards, I walked towards the dresser on the left side of the room and pulled out the chair from under it. I stared at my face for a second before styling my hair with a comb.
It only took me half an hour to do my hair and makeup. That was mainly because I only owned a compact powder and lipstick. With my hair and makeup done, I stood in front of the dress again, hesitant to put it on. When a minute of internal debate passed, a knock on the door brought me back to reality.
“Andy? There is a man in a suit outside the door waiting for you. Do you know him?” Terry asked. His voice was muffled from the wooden door that separated us.
“Yes. If his name is Kevin, you can let him in. Tell him to wait for a second,” I called as I picked up the dress from the bed.
“Okay,” he shouted as his voice and footsteps got fainter the farther away he got.
I distinctly heard Terry tell someone to get in and wait for a few minutes. I quickly put on the dress before I thought twice about backing out. After a quick look in the full-length mirror, (which was located beside the door leading to the walk-in closet), I let out a huge breath and walked out of the room.
I heard someone gasp when I closed the door behind me. I turned around, a little curious as to who made the noise, when I saw both Terry and Kevin look at me in surprise. I felt a sudden blush creep on my face as their eyes assessed me from head to toe. I was a little uncomfortable with it, so I cleared my throat to get their attention.
“Andy, you look fantastic . I didn’t know you had it in you,” Terry spoke up first, breaking the silence.
“Thank you,” I said to him with a shy smile.
“You look lovely, Ms. Peterson,” Kevin agreed with a small smile of his own, nodding his head briefly in greeting.
“Thank you, Kevin. Shall we go?” I asked, mainly because their praise made me feel awkward.
“Sure. This way please,” Kevin said as he offered me his arm.
I looked at him, not really processing what to do until Terry silently signaled me to take it. I mouthed a thank you at him as I put my arm around Kevin’s. Terry winked at me and chuckled softly to himself.
As we walked out of the apartment, with Terry trailing silently behind us, I felt my heart beat faster. On our way down in the elevator, once again I thought about my predicament. I couldn’t believe the things I did out of desperation. This job may have been a gift from heaven, but then the person I would be working with might as well have belonged smack in the middle of hell. It was weird how your life can change in a short amount of time.
We stopped in front of the building as I waited for Terry to leave. We hugged for a second and exchanged a few jokes before he finally left. When I could no longer see his motorcycle on the street, I allowed Kevin to take me to the car, which happened to be the same SUV he drove that morning.
The drive to the mansion was long. Since the house was located just a few miles from the edge of Chestnut Hill, it took us almost an hour to get there. We drove past houses that could have been on the covers of architectural magazines. Obviously, this was a neighborhood for the rich, however, it was the huge modern-designed house, located a few blocks away, which caught my eye. It might not have been the only one in the neighborhood with its own lawn, huge grounds, possibly a pool, and a tennis court. But what set it apart was the fact that it was surrounded with trees and bushes that were shaped into
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