Desirable Lies

Meeting Marta

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~Katy~

With a name like Marta, I was expecting a older housekeeper type, certainly not the twenty something blonde who shows up in a cute sundress with a Chanel bag slung over her shoulder.

"Katy?" she asks, pulling off the large sunglasses that cover her eyes.

"Yes. Marta, I assume?"

She nods and extends her hand. "You do need a wardrobe, don't you?" Her gaze travels down my body, taking in John's baggy clothes and she bites her lip. Then she pulls a pair of cut off jean shorts and a tank top from her bag and hands them to me. "Mr. Mayer said you'd need something to borrow for today."

"Mayer?" I ask, accepting the clothes.

Her eyebrows pinch together. "John Mayer? The man whose home you're staying in."

I nod. John Mayer. Even his name is sexy. He hadn't exactly given me a fake name after all.

"Most of his staff calls him Mr. Mayer." She shrugs. "But he's just John to me."

Interesting. I wonder what else she is to him. She's tiny and gorgeous with her tanned skin and blond curls and I feel self conscious in her presence.

When I return from the guest bath down the hall, I'm dressed in the shorts and tank top, feeling thankful for something to wear, and then I retrieve my purse and shoes from upstairs.

"Ready?" she asks.

I nod and follow her outside into the bright sunshine. I climb into the little red sports car convertible beside her, tugging at the too short shorts.

She presses a button near the rearview mirror and the roof lowers and folds back neatly into the trunk. I guess I'll need to get used to my new LA life.

"How did you say you knew John? He was kind of vague on the details," she asks, pulling out of his private drive.

I repeat the story that he and I settled on and she nods along without questioning me.

"What did John tell you about me?" I ask.

"He said that you'd be staying awhile and that you'd need pretty much everything."

"Oh." I get quiet as I look out at the scenic drive we're cruising down.

"Listen, Katy, I know it's not my place to pry, but if you're in some kind of trouble, if you need anything...even a friend to listen...I'm happy to help."

I suppose it did sound suspicious. I'd showed up out of the blue without a stitch of clothing to spare. "No, it's nothing like that. Just a fresh start." I smile, trying to lighten the mood.

"Well, the offer stands. And I know John better than anyone. It's not like him to just move a woman in."

I swallow and wonder what she means. I realize Marta could give me information about him, probably more than anyone else. "How long have you worked for him?" I want to inquire about exactly what her role is, but I'm not sure if there's a polite way to word it.

"Oh gosh, John and I have quite the history. Where do I start?" She laughs and I glance over at her. Her smile is gorgeous, and her loose blonde waves drift around her face in the breeze, but all I'm able to concentrate on is her implied familiarity with my new owner.

Have they slept together? Are they currently sleeping together? I don't know why it hasn't occurred to me before, but John has no obligation to be faithful to me. A thought that makes my stomach cramp. While I'm blowing him in private and giving him the most precious part of me, he could be off wining and dining other women. Beautiful, confident women like Marta. I knew this situation wasn't going to be ideal, but I also never imagined I'd be living with such an eligible young bachelor like John. Already he's affecting me in ways I didn't anticipate.