Mr.Cater's Maid

Girlfriend

I opened his closet door and started to pull out jeans and shirts, counting them with the days of the weeks rather than numbers.

"I don't like the gray ones. They ride up." Adam informed as he sat on the bed. Laptop on lap. Glasses on the face. Chest on full display, shining under the morning sun that came through the blinds in his room.

Today was the last day I worked for him before we both headed off to Boston tomorrow. I had already packed my bags and was shocked to find out he hadn't even started, so like a good maid/maid-with-benefits, I decided to take this one thing off his hand. I sorted through several shirts and shorts in the closet and exhibited each to him so I could put them aside to pack. He groaned each time I asked for his opinion, telling me, "just pick whatever." So I eventually obliged.

"You need warmer clothes too. It's going to get colder now soon." I advised.

"Rhea packed them in the basement. You might have to go ask her." He informed me as he rapidly typed. I decided not to bother him with this minuscule task and went to take my mother's help with this task.

I walked over to the kitchen, hoping she wasn't too busy.

"Hi, Ma," I said as I entered. She was cleaning the counter. It seemed Chelsea had just had breakfast, and she was erasing all traces of it.

"Yes," she asked as she collected crumbs from the counter into her hands, swiping a wet cloth at them and cupping her other hands under the edge, ensuring she got all the debris before it fell.

"Do you know where some of Adam's winter clothes are? I am helping him pack for his trip." I said.

"'Yeah, I think I put them away at the beginning of summer before he moved back. Let me clean up here and then go down to get them."

"Okay, Thanks, Mom!"

I watched as she quickly finished wiping and moved on to rinse the dishes. "Mom, if you want, I can finish the dishes while you look for the clothes." I offered.

She looked at me, and she smiled somewhat sadly at me, but then she simply said, "Okay, yeah, good idea."

She wiped her hands on a raggedy towel hanging under the stove and hurried away out of the kitchen.

I took on her role and finished rinsing the dishes. I watched with satisfaction as water gathered in the heavy white china with slick gold rims. Even breakfast had to be served on a silver, or slightly golden, platter. As I began to apply scrubbing soap to the dishes, taking intervals to play with the bubbles, I felt a pair of hands close around my waist.

"Quit playing around and do your job!" Adam menacingly said from behind. He then grabbed some of the excess soap on one of the dishes and plopping it on my nose.

I elbowed him, getting his hard stomach which was now covered with a soft gray T-shirt, "My mom is right here!" I exclaimed. "Get off, or she will see!"

"Okay fine. Your no fun!" He said, letting go but kissing me on my cheeks.

I finished the rest of the dishes as he talked about his crazy morning. "Boston is already going to be a mess. I have three meetings. 2 vendors from the area know I will be there and are going to reach out. So meetings are going to stack up."

"What are they trying to sell you?" I asked, wiping my hand on the same towel my mother had. Then walked back towards Adam, who was still by the sink. I kept a decent distance between up as he talked. To any person walking by, we would just look like two people who work together having a generic conversation.

"One is a designer's agent. One is for some software for our factories. So I'll just have to redirect that one to Todd." He explained.

"Ugh, Todd..." I groaned.