Elodie Hart;
"Tasting her is like heaven. But Harlow isn't heaven. Nor is she hell; Harlow is the f*cking devil herself, with her sharp intimidation and her cruel way of things, but she tastes nothing like it. She tastes of sweetness and determinati...
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It's been two days, and the thought still won't leave my head. Monday at Adrianna's club was something I had not planned out, and wow did it play out better than I could have imagined. Harlow didn't speak a word to me on the drive back, but I could tell through her body language that she was either too embarrassed or nervous.
I've never seen Harlow feel that way before.
I took notice of the rub of her thighs, the still flushed cheeks on the drive back, and also the adjusting of her blouse at red lights.
I stayed quiet too, partially because I had no words, but mostly out of shock and surprise. I was surprised with myself. Never would I take myself as someone who would pull something like that. Especially not with someone like Harlow.
The thought hasn't left my head, but it's quickly being replaced by the journey to Italy tomorrow. I don't know anyone who's going but Harlow, and I don't think she'll be up for babysitting me. I'm only a maid, I already feel out of place doing this thing. Everyone else is in Harlow's mafia, they work in more important jobs and they're made for this. I'm practically a beginner.
I decided to leave packing until tonight. I have a lot of time left tonight to fully pack what I need for a few days, and I'll make sure I'm all set.
But right now, I'm focusing on my dances for the last hour to get them on point.
"Yes, you're doing great, practice makes perfect! You'll do amazing, I promise. I can already tell you will, Elodie." Adrianna says, beaming at me and clapping her hands together all happily.
We arrived earlier in the morning today because Harlow stated she has a lot to do today and could only fit Adrianna's lesson in earlier this morning. I agreed because an early lesson is better than no lesson and I needed the reassurance that I was doing well with my dances and the routines I've been trying out. Luckily, all Adrianna has done today is praise me for how well and quickly I've caught on and learnt.
Harlow ended up giving Adrianna her keys to the club this morning, so we all arrived at the same time. She apologised yet again for the change of plans and her rush to leave us yesterday, but Harlow had told her it was no problem. I didn't fail to notice the rush of her eyes to mine as she uttered the words, and in the moment, I think the blush on my cheeks could have leaked out if my body got any hotter.
Now, she's sat down on a couch again, watching me. On the same couch as yesterday.
She's glanced over her phone a couple of times, but I didn't pay much attention to that, since she's got a lot of business to go over today.
Towards the end of my lesson today, Adrianna lets me finish off with some music and lets me perform some routines on my own, along with some improvising to the different songs. It works out well and honestly, I can feel myself becoming more confident when there's music in the background to motivate me further and let me get lost in the song.
