Iridescent

Chapter 7: Sand

Prism Joy

I practically flew out of that room and ran down the stairs. So yeah, I was rooting around this guy's underwear drawer when I come across a box of Trojan Magnum condoms. So, that and remembering that there was a naked guy beyond the door, suddenly got me all flustered. It reminded me that my experience with men mirrored my use of color. Extremely lacking.

Why was he even naked in the first place?!

I rushed to the kitchen and grabbed a glass of water. My throat felt like sand paper and my cheeks definitely felt warm. Marj was not lying, Jason the asshole was definitely not hard on the eyes, If you were into the Adonis type of male. Blonde hair, ice blue eyes and definitely well built. In all aspects.

Definitely not my type.

Maybe this is why I'm still single.

Adonis types always seems to be the center of attention. Not only do you have to contend with the million of girls who wants him, you'd also have to deal with his ego. So, no thank you. So why did I just jump at the electricity that coursed through me when we shook hands?

Marjoram. You totally owe me big time

Unfortunately, Marj was also right about him being an arrogant piece of shit. The first thing he does was insult me! I mean, who does that?! seriously. I drove across town,well, not really, but still, just to get down on my hands and knees to get his medication from under his freaking bed! and he has the gall to be pissy when I actually got it. I should have just left his sorry ass to fend for himself.

I took a deep breath to settle my nerves before I opened the fridge to check what I could make him for breakfast. Well, apparently, he can have beer with a side of beer for breakfast. There was nothing in his fridge that made it to the food pyramid. This guy needed to do groceries. Like, yesterday.

"Marj, what have you been doing the whole time then?" I muttered under my breath. Isn't grocery shopping supposed to be part of the PA to do list? I decided to call Marj's assistant Paolo to get some needed answers.

"Marj! Boss Lady!" Paolo's distinctly flamboyant tone bounced off the phone.

"Sorry Paolo, Its just me, Pri. Bestest friend lady." I grumbled.

"Ah. What are you doing with her work phone? Are you on vacay with her? I hope it's somewhere tro--"

"Paolo, dear." I cut him off. " No, I wish I were with her so I could strangle her. She did it again. Left me to deal with things."

"Ex boyfriend? I didn't know she was see--"

"No, I wish it were an Ex." I cut him off again. " She left me to deal with your client, Jason..what his name..I don't know his last name." I protested.

"Oh, shit."

Oh shit, alright.

"Anyway, I'm going to need a crash course on this guy and what my PA responsibilities are going to be. Is he some gallery owner or Art aficionado? He has a lot of paintings here." I said as I looked around the house.

Paolo's shrill laughter echoed through the phone. "Oh honey, he is the artist. He not only paints. He sculpts. He molds. He chisels. He smelts. And he can fuck you twelve ways until sundown." He drawled. "Well, that's what I heard, anyway."

"Oh." I suddenly remembered that Marj said he was some artist. So he is talented. In more ways than one. I blushed. Thank God no one could see me.