The Blue In Your Eyes

The son

"Hi, you must be Carol?"
I just gaped. The young man was like a god. He had just been in the pool, and had a towel around his waist. His sun kissed skin still damp. Shoulders broad, stomach slender and muscular. A perfect jaw. White teeth behind full lips, turquoise eyes, dark blond hair. He smiled, and of course his smile showed to perfect dimples.

"Carol, right?"
"No, sorry, Karen. Personal assistant to Grant Shelby."
The young man raised a brow. "Still using his full name, I see. I am Matthew, I am his son."
I managed to smile. I knew this. I knew that Shelby had two kids from his first marriage. A son, Matthew Shelby, who would be around 18 years old, and Kathrine Shelby, 14 years old. Their mother was Laura Davies, a writer, a musician, an actress, and just one of the most beautiful women in the world. They had married very young, but divorced after eight years and two kids.

"Hi Matthew, nice to meet you."
He flashed me a smile, and I almost blushed.
"Nice to meet you to. You are different from his other assistents."
Okay, so not young an pretty, I guessed, but said: "Is that a bad thing?"
"No, its a good thing, its refreshing. Do you want a cup of coffee?"
"Yes, please," the words just flew from my mouth, I hadn't even realised how much I missed talking to people. Real people - in flesh and blod.
Matthew knew. He smiled again, and looked so much lik his father in his younger days, that is was actually spooky. I thought about Erins words about ghosts and vampires. This family was not normal at all.

"So you haven't seen my father for days?" Matthew gave me a cup of hot coffee.
"Weeks, actually,"
"He is in one of his moods," the young man looked sad. "I trie to see him at least once a week, but it can be difficult with my job."
"What do you do?"
"I am a model." Of course he was. "At the moment."
He pulled a t-shirt over his head.
"So Karen, why did you take this job. My dad is not the easiest person in the world. Are you an actress or do you want to be a writer?"
Okay, not just pretty and sweet after all.
"You mean did I take this job because I hope to make connections in the industry?"
"That is exactly what I mean." He smiled again.
"Well, I took this job because it pays very well. And I need the money." I looked him in the eyes, I could be direct to. "And I am not an actress - on the contrary - I have a master in anthropology."
"Really," He looked so impressed that I forgave him immediately.

"That sounds interesting." He gave me a crooked smile. "Is my dad a science project?"
Well if I was a doctor, I would like to look into those genes I thought, but said:
"As I said the job pays well."
He took af sip op the coffee and looked like he was shooting a commercial. How could anyone look so perfect? It was not fair.

"Dont let my dad intimidate you, he always do this thing with his new assistants, always try to freak them out, just to see how much they can handle. But you look though, I don't think you scare easy."
He had no idea.
"The money is keeping me motivated," I just smiled, and a grin flashed over the young mans golden face.
"I am gonna like you, Karen, dont quit just yet."
"Not planning to," I answered.
"What are you going to do with all that money?"
I paused. Blinked. Tried not to smell the rain and earth and sun. Tried not to let all my walls crumble. Tried to find a way to say the words, nobody could understand.

"Dad!" Matthew said and smiled bright. I felt a gasp of release when I understood, that I didn't have to answer. And then something else filled my mind. Grant Shelby, my boss was in the kitchen. Suddenly I was very aware that I was wearing old jeans and a t-shirt, and I hadn't had makeup on for days. I was alone all the time anyway. But worst of all. I was barefooted, in my Boss' kitchen, talking to his way to beautiful son, who was wearing only a tight t-shirt and a towel.

"Well isn't this cozy," Grant Shelby drawled.