Free Unworthy by Elaine May Page B

behind her. Hell, that ass is amazing. We stand just by the limo door and I watch her beautiful eyes dance around their sockets in unease; she doesn’t like the fact that I can see where she lives, no shit Sherlock. As I eye the area that she calls home all I can think of is how to help her get away from this shit. I know my new offer would help, but will she accept it. I wonder if she’ll come live with me. Fuck, there goes another crazy thought and one I have been having too many times as soon as I did some digging and found out more about her. Even though I knew she lived in a rough part of the city nothing could have prepared me for what I am now looking at. The place is the pits and even if she tells me to take a hike I would get her out of this place because someone as special as Grace deserves better. What’s wrong with me?  Stop thinking stupid things, especially about a woman. I got to get out of here and before I know what I’m doing I give her a quick kiss on the lips and it’s like my whole body is alight with an intense heat, a good heat that sets my skin alight in tingles. 
    Shit, I’m so screwed.
     
     
    GRACE
     
    He kissed me again
    He actually kissed me for the second time and I can feel my lips’ sensitivity as I brush them with my fingers, as I watch his limo drive away. I turn around and look at the building I call home and I feel such hatred for it, I just dread to think what he thinks of me now, having seen where I live. I take in a deep breath and head to the house which houses my little room.
         When I get in I throw my handbag and coat on the small kitchen side and fill the kettle with some water, I need my cup of tea fix. As I wait for the water to boil  I can hear the couple above me shouting again, no doubt he’s been caught cheating again while his girlfriend sits at home with their toddler, both eating away all the hardworking people’s taxes. My taxes, taxes that I could use to better my stupid little life.  At the sound of water reaching its boiling point I am drawn away from my thoughts of the couple above and finishing making my hot drink. I take it over to my bed along with the document Samuel gave me and settle against my pillows. I have no idea what this said contract will say so with shaky fingers I begin to open the envelope. Inside there seems to be two pieces of paper. Whatever it says there’s not a lot of it, so hopefully that means I can take it as a good sign. I begin to read and the first thing I notice is that my new position of personal assistant to Samuel Harding will be effective immediately; I will be there to support Mr. Harding in his role as he investigates the business. There will be traveling involved and that instantly panics me as I don’t have a passport, but I have always wanted to travel. There is a whole world out there just waiting to be explored and I would love to have the opportunity to see it all, maybe with this role I will get the chance. I work my way through the document and it states that I won’t have a nine to five shift pattern, I will work whenever Samuel needs me and then I get to the nitty-gritty stuff and my defenses suddenly erupt, engulfing me in a blackness I had forgotten.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER NINE
     
    GRACE
     
          I storm through the front doors of the building like I am a woman on a mission. A mission where I have to know exactly what was going through Samuel Harding’s mind when he drew up this bloody contract. He must be completely insane if he thinks I would agree to this. I make my way past the security desk and I can sense the stare that is coming from the guard that sits there. Before he can even ask I pull out my security card and pull it up with shaky fingers as I think about that stupid document in my bag. The lift arrives as soon as I press the button and I storm in and press the button with