**Karen's P.O.V**
After a few minutes of debating whether to lay in bed until he comes or walk around his house for a while. So finally, I decide to head for the bedroom door. Snatching a black robe from a hook on the wall, I cover myself.
Stepping into a hallway, I slowly click the door close behind me and start touring.
I creep down the long staircase onto the main entrance where his white glass door stands; locked. Shoes sits just against the wall and I know he's home.
My stomach starts to twist.
What if he catches me?
Catches you doing what? Walking?
But what if he thinks I'm trying to leave?
Leave and go where!?
UGH!!!!
I grip the robe tighter around me as a cool breeze suddenly sweeps past me.
I gotta stop talking to myself.
My hand touches the cool wall leading into the living room and I nearly fall to my knees.
The hard wood shines with the morning light shining through the open window; the clean white curtains blowing from the cold winter air blowing indoors. The mahogany sofa sits face to face; separated by a small, glass, coffee table. Looking up, my eyes lands on a crystal chandelier way above the coffee table. I walk deeper into the living room. A flat screen T.V hangs on the wall. The dining room is just outside the living room but I turn to leave.
"I didn't hear you wake up."
I jump at the voice and turn back towards the dining area. A small lady wobbles towards me. I stare down at the lady and she looks back up at me.
"I didn't mean to scare you, darling. You nearly gave me a heart attack when I went upstairs to clean the bed rooms."
She was in the bedroom?
My heart still hammers against my chest and my mouth hung open.
How long have she been here?
She wobbles away from me and grabs a feather duster off the dining table. Clearing my throat, I test my voice.
"Uh.... Is Austin.... Here?" I ask, watching her wobble around the living room. For a short, middle aged lady, she sure do move fast.
"Mr. Austin is here, yes. But he is in a meeting now," she says, fluffing out pillows. "He has told me to tend to your needs, yes. To make sure you are..... Uh..... How should I say.... Comfortable?" I stands there for a second before continuing her cleaning.
My needs?
She brushes off her black pants before coming to me smiling. "My name is Kezia and I will help you with what you need, yes?"
"Yes?"
She laughs. "Yes ok." Her hand ushers me back the way I came from. "Let's get you cleaned up. I'm sure you and Mr. Austin was very busy last night, yes?
SHE WAS THERE!!
Before I can question her, she shoves me into the bathroom.
