Fake the Date

The Smooch

"Miss Taylor? Miss Taylor, will you please get up?" The sultry sound of a female's voice awakes me from my sleep. She's a stout woman with brown, greying hair. The faintest tinge of an irish accent shrouds her tongue. She seems nice with her rosy cheeks and big smile. But I guess what I really wondered was what an old woman was doing in my bedroom and how she knew who I was.

"Who are you?" I ask, my mind too tired to actually care for a real answer.

"Allow me to introduce myself. My name's Aoife Walsh. Eee-ff-a. I'm Mr. Evan's employee. I'm in charge of keeping this big place nice and clean. Sometimes I do wonder how I do it, it's not an easy task. But I definitely do get paid well for it. Oh, but where are my manners? It's very nice to meet you, Ms. Taylor. I've heard a lot of great things." She smiles, a hand held out in my direction.

I lazily slip my hand into hers and she gives me a firm shake. "Why'd you wake me up so early? It's Saturday and only 8:30 in the morning."

"Mr. Evans told me to wake you up, Miss Taylor. He has plans for an outing today. He also told me to tell you to wear this." Aoife walks over to a nearby cushion and pulls the clothes from it to display them to me. It's a beautiful red dress that looks to be about mid-thigh in length. It flutters out like a skirt and the short sleeves will give my shoulders room to breathe in the humid heat. Paired with it is a long, gold feather necklace and gold sandals. It was extremely cute, and definitely something I'd wear. But where was I going that I needed to get dressed up so nicely?

"A date." Aoife says, as if she had heard my thoughts. My eyes widen.

"A date?" I ask again, now fully awake.

"Yes, a date." Aoife repeats. "You guys are dating, right? Maybe pop a kiss on the side. That's a natural thing to do on dates, I think. It will help set up the mood for intimacy later on at night." She squeals then stops as her eyes widen and lips pucker in shock. "Oh my world, that was highly inappropriate. Do forgive me, Ms.Taylor."

I have to catch myself. I don't know how I managed to forget that Ryan Evans and I had entered a fake relationship. But even so, I never thought about the possibility of Ryan having a maid, and if anything, I don't know if we can even keep the secret from her. She'll end up being in the house quite often since it is a place where she works. She also seems extremely nosy. I guess after immigrating into another country and being in an unfamiliar place, the best thing to do is entertain yourself with other people's lives. But when I originally signed up for this, I always thought that it was just going to be me and him. Not me, him, and her.

"Ah, yes!" I interject quickly in order to hide the secret I almost gave up. "A date, yes, the thing me and Ryan do all the time. Yeah, I totally knew about it."

Aoife just laughs as I remain sprawled on the bed with a haze of confusion over my head. This was so weird, and lying to a complete stranger alone was much harder than I thought it was going to be. If I could barely do this, how am I going to be able to lie to Mike?

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The outfit looks much better on than it did off to my surprise. Usually, good clothes never look good on me. But the material feels really nice on my skin. It's warm and snug, but at the same time, weightless. Like I was light enough to fly through the sky and jump on clouds. I'm like an egyptian queen in my red and gold. Bold. And bold has never been something I am.

"So, do you like it?" a deep voice asks from my side. My head whips from the mirror and to the tall figure that stands in my doorway. Ryan was pretty dressed up too. He wore a tan suit that complimented his built figure. His hair was parted in its usually way, up and to the side, and it seemed that he had calmed down from the events of yesterday. He even smiled. It was small, but still there.