What They Don't See

Chapter 6 - Baking Fiasco's

Just like the day before, Kate stepped into the foyer of Logan's apartment without making a sound. Unlike yesterday, she didn't stop to take a look around but rather bent down to take off her shoes, before heading to the living room sofa where she sat down. She was gonna be here a while, might as well get comfortable.

It was there that Logan found her several minutes later, playing chess on her cell phone.

He paused on the bottom step of the stairwell to watch her for a long moment, entranced by everything about her in that moment. 

"Something fascinate you?" Logan was startled out of his daydreams by Kate's question. He hadn't realized that she was aware of his presence.

"No, just curious about how long you've been on my couch," he replied, walking down the rest of the steps gracefully.

"Long enough to know that one of your managers is sleeping with the maid, and she complies only to keep her job," she stated in a cold tone, never once looking up from her phone.

"Interesting. Can I ask how you deduced that?" Logan inquired as he sat on the loveseat across from the sofa.

"No," she replied, still not looking up. Logan began to grow irritated.

"Something more interesting on your phone than out here?" he asked, hoping she would finally put it down.

"Yes," she replied with finality. This was followed by a deafening silence as neither of them had anything further to say.

"You know you don't have to sit here with me. Just because I have to be in this apartment for a few hours, doesn't mean you have to hover around me like I'm going to steal your stuff," she told him after a few minutes.

Now Logan was really confused. After their last conversation, he had hoped they could spend more time talking. He had even made sure there was nothing else for him to do tonight.

With a sigh, he got up and walked over to the kitchen. He had been meaning to try baking for a while now. Here was his opportunity.

*

A few minutes later, the smell of smoke wafted through the apartment. Kate glanced up from her phone for a moment. Curious, she got up to investigate, only to find Logan rushing about the kitchen like a headless chicken. He had his phone to his ear, as he waited for the person he was calling to pick up.

Kate stepped over to the stove to have a look for herself. Inside the oven, a cake sat, the dough overflowing from the tin and falling to the bottom of the oven, where it proceeded to burn. She couldn't help it. She burst out laughing. Logan had messed up this cake in every way possible. Too much baking powder, too much milk, not enough flour. It probably couldn't get any worse. She thought to herself until she spotted clumps of what looked like brown sugar, clearly not stirred in well. This made her laugh harder.

Her laugh caught his attention. When he realized that she saw his mistakes, his face turned three shades of red. But before he could say something in his defense, the person he was calling picked up.

"Hello. So I need some advice," he said into the phone as he walked out of the kitchen. While he did that, Kate took it upon herself to take the failed cake out of the oven and into the sink. Leaving the oven door open, she quickly got to work making a new batter.

Halfway into the process of making a new cake, Logan walked back into the kitchen and stopped in his tracks. He watched in awe as Kate whisked the batter with practiced ease.

"Pass me the round cake tin, and then get to work cleaning the mess you made in the oven," she ordered without a glance his way.

How does she always know where I am without checking? he thought to himself as he got to work as she had instructed. Half an hour later, the cake was ready to go into the oven, and the oven was ready for the new cake.

"You're good at this," Logan commented.

"Well don't sound so surprised now. Girls can do everything remember?"

Just as she had finished sliding the cake in and setting the timer, Kate's phone rang, destroying the peace they had managed to create. Kate took one look at the caller ID and sighed.

"Bonjour," she spoke calmly into the phone, a calm that was contradicted by her stiff posture as she leaned against the kitchen counter. After a moment of silence, as Kate listened to the other person, she simply said "Oui." into the phone, and hang up.

"When the timer rings, open the oven and stick a toothpick into the cake. If it comes out clean, the cake is done. I need to go," she told Logan as she walked into the living room to retrieve her things.

"Right now? I thought the plan was for you to stay until late tonight?" Logan asked as he followed her into the foyer.

"Plans change. I'm needed urgently elsewhere. I'll see you tomorrow at my place as planned, but I need to go now," she told him as she finished putting on her boots. And just like that, she was gone.

*

The next morning, Kate woke up with a loud groan. Last night, while thrilling, had been brutal on her body, and now she was suffering the consequences.

After leaving Logan's place unnoticed, Kate and the men sent to protect her had gone off to deal with 'a problem' as Marcos put it. By the time it was handled, it was already late into the night, or rather, early morning.

And as exhilarating as it had been to be back in action, she knew it was only the beginning. Since that stupid photo of her and Logan kissing had gone public, word of her location had spread. She now understood why her Papa had sent extra men. She wasn't safe anymore. But Kate had no intention of cowering. Let them come, and I'll send them packing. She thought menacingly to herself as she got up and began to slowly prepare for the day ahead. Today was the day that the world discovered who Logan's mystery girlfriend is. No doubt by now rumor's about a mystery girl at his apartment last night were spreading like wildfire in the world of social media.

Once the apartment was tidy and ready for guests, Kate debated - but decided against- changing out of her yoga pants and crop top she had put on earlier. Looking too good would look suspicious.

Before she could do anything else, the buzzer for the front door sounded through the apartment.

"Let the shitstorm begin," she murmured to herself as she buzzed her visitor in.