Encounter

Part 7:Me - owww

"I'm waiting" said Freddie as he took  one more step towards her and tapped his foot.

"Huuumph" Carolyn uttered as she turned and stomped her way towards her bedroom.

Freddie turned towards Phoebe with a triumphant smile on his face. 

"Round one, Freddie" Phoebe giggled as Freddie nodded.

I must admit, she looked rather  fetching  in her little black Chanel. And if I am being perfectly honest with myself  I would have loved to have taken that outfit off her body. Stop it Freddie, your not acting professionally, she's living in your home and you are her employer. Stop having a dialectic with yourself. Besides, you can't ruin a fantastic financial windfall for your band. Oh drat, back to the Yamaha.

🎶Made in heaven, made in heaven.......🎶

la la la la ........

"My God" Carolyn thought as she changed quickly, "His voice is sublime"

🎶It was all meant to be"🎶

"Stop it, stop thinking this way, he's a bastard" Carolyn thought. "He's not going to be an easy nut to crack."

She looked at herself in the mirror and thought, if he wants a maid, so be it. Turning around in front of the mirror, the maids uniform she picked from the closet hung a little loosely, but so be it.

Carolyn marched into the kitchen to find Phoebe serving Freddie tea and Freddie's head down reading the paper.

  "Does this meet with your approval, your majesty?" Carolyn said.

"The cat's bowls need filling and then empty their litter boxes" he said, never looking up from his paper.

"ARE YOU DAFT? THIS IS UTTERLY OUTRAGEOUS"

"And so is that way of talking back to your employer, WATCH. YOUR. TONE !"

"Phoebe, where does his highness keep the cat food?"

"In that cabinet, your gr.... Carolyn." Phoebe stuttered after seeing Freddie shake his head to Phoebe addressing her as your grace.

Grumblng, Carolyn reached down into the cabinet to retrieve the cat food. As she bent down Freddie's eye scanned her body and a small smile appeared on his face that Phoebe noticed. Freddie just shrugged as he adjusted himself in his pants. 

Oh no, thought Phoebe, here we go again. 

"Do you have any other orders  for me, your majesty?" Carolyn asked.

"As a matter of fact, since you've asked, the loo in the hall needs a good scrubbing, if you don't mind." Freddie said seriously. "Phoebe will show you where all the products are that you will need. Just mind the Picasso in there."

"YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING!" she screamed

" You mean about the Picasso?" Freddie said choking back a laugh.

"Phoebe, where is the phone?" Carolyn asked ignoring Freddie.

Phoebe's shot a look at Freddie as if  to ask if it was OK if she could use the phone, and Freddie hid a slight laugh behind his hand as he nodded.

Carolyn picked up the phone in the kitchen not caring that Freddie and Phoebe were there. She dialed the embassy and asked to speak to her father. After a few moments her father came on the line.

" Daddy, you've got to get me out of here. He wants me to clean the toilet, feed the cats and change their liter boxes, outrageous" Carolyn cried.

Carolyn listened to what her father had to say, turning red.