Wilden Estate

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A while later, I'm finishing up a shower to wash off the day's work. The shower isn't the most fulfilling as I have the last room of the hall which also means that my bathroom is the worst when other people are showering because they get to use all the hot water. I shut off the water and wrap myself in a towel, locking the door behind me as I exit when I hear a curse word muttered from behind me.

"Sorry. Didn't know you'd be out here." Dylan apologizes, grasping onto his towel tighter. He only has the one wrapped around his lower half which means I can easily see the water dripping down his toned chest. I smile, "I didn't exactly tell everyone in the hall that I'd be out here naked, it's fine, Dylan." I assure him, using his name like he requested. "In fact, you're naked too so we're actually both at fault." I point out and he laughs, "But I'm not a teenaged girl. It's entirely different."

I walk closer to him, "Is it different because normally this situation would be turned around?" He cocks a brow at me, "Turned around? What do you mean?"

"Usually, the man would be offering for the girl to come back to his room, ya know, instead of the other way around." I whisper this to him as I stand on my tiptoes to be tall enough to do so.

"Don't you think this is a little wrong?" He questions me and I shake my head. "They don't care Dylan, they care about making sales. I'm not their little angel who's gonna sit around while they live the life. I want to have some fun." I explain, run my fingers down his arm then back away toward my room. "Let me know if you change your mind."

In the morning, I repeat the same dressing routine and meet up with my brother in my parents' office. He's pacing back in forth, the front of his shirt wet with his sweat. "Woah, you just finish running a mile, Mickey?" He looks up at me and hurries over to me, grabbing my shoulders, "Listen, Katherine, you have gotta help me." I roll my eyes, "You're acting like you killed someone." I break away from his hold, "You didn't kill anyone right?" He scoffs, "Get serious Katherine, this is the fucking real world; not one of your happy little fantasies. O'Brien has got a buyer for the house." I pause for a second before laughing, "Wait, O'Brien is your competitor to sell the Henderson house?" He looks at me with a shocked face, "Why do you know him? No, that doesn't matter. I need you to help me convince him not to sell. Or the buyer not to buy, just figure something out." He commands before taking a long swig of coffee. "Why would I want to help you?" I ask because why would I help him when my family has basically just thrown me under the rug my whole life aside from the few times my dad took a break to be an actual father for a moment or two? "Get over yourself, Kate. We're family and family help each other no matter what." He points out as if it's obvious and I laugh. "Alright. Now if you don't mind, I'm just gonna go figure out what they want me to do today Mr. All Holy Figure."

That next night when the dining room is full of guests waiting to be served, I have an apron over my dark blue skirt and a tray balanced on my arm. Waiting tables is probably my least favorite job because of the balance and steadiness it takes to be good at it. I'm of course gifted in neither of the two which is why I'm always extra careful when I have to do so. "Mrs. Callaghan wants the fettuccini and Stewart wants..." They tell me as they place the plates of food onto the tray. I nod and pass it out to each of the said people asking if they needed anything else and if their meal was going well. Waiting was a repetitive task so I soon fell into a rhythm.

I'm filling up guests' empty cups when I feel someone's eyes on me. I look to the back of the room and sure enough Dylan's looking my way from his table. When we sees me looking his face reddens and he quickly looks away, "Thank you miss." The lady says to me and I give her a smile then make my way to his table. "Can I take your order Dylan?" I question him and he nods, closing his menu. "Yes I'll have a cup of coffee. Black." He requests and I don't bother to take out my notepad to write it down. "And what would you like to eat?" I ask and he looks down with a chuckle, "I'll have the chicken tenders." I grin, "Off the kids menu, yeah?" He scratches his head, "I'm only twenty-four, subtract twelve and I still qualify." I shake my head and take the menu from the table, "Coming right up." I start walking back to the kitchen when his hand wraps around my wrist. "I've changed my mind."