Sade

Chapter five

Heather...

I felt someone nudge me on my knees and slowly I opened my eyes to see a man with jet black hair towering over me. I would have screamed if his eyes were not the captivating bluish greenish nice color they were. But now I just stood there staring into his eyes.

"What are you doing here?" I asked backing away from him holding my hands towards him in defense.

"Howdy Ma Donna. I'm here to stay. Jeff's what people call me. Ya can call me that if ya wanna. The name's Lake however." he had a deep accent with a neat St Petan cowboy drawl. I loved the way his voice rang in my ears...It was just so cool.

Oh he must be Pete's friend.

"I'm Heather. The maid. I'll serve dinner. I heard you like Victorian sandwich cake. Pete will be on it and you'll help on it if it's fine." I answered.

"Dang it, thus a score for ya. A point so far for knowing something abou' me afore we know each other. Score board is one- zero. Well can't ya make Victorian sandwich cake?" He asked leaning into me. He looked younger than Peter. Maybe five or so years younger.

"I'm not good with cooking to be honest. Your favorite color is blue. Two-zero." He smiled, really widely. Maybe he wasn't like Peter after all. I must have really misjudged him.

"I can cook. How 'bout on the morrow ay teach ya how to make some Vic sandwich cake? Then ya'll be able to make it. 'Bout my favorite color, ya stalking me? Coz ay could swear that there wasn't no wild guess."

"Peter will be angry to have us spending time..." I said doubting.

"Nah....I met ya now and I like ya already so I wanna spend some time with ya...And oh, I ain't flirting with ya. I'm just being friendly 'cause Peter's not fired ya yet, yet he got 'ere yesterday... Did ya poison him?"

"Nay..." I picked up his accent unconsciously but quickly cleared my throat going back to mine, "I mean, no. I would never do that... I'm not-"

"Hey...'Twas a joke..."

"What was?" Peter asked walking back in wearing light blue sweat pants and a white V-neck.

"When did you get here?" I asked raking my hair with my fingers sitting up straight.

"Three hours ago." Lake spoke up, "Peter insisted that ay don't wake ya. Which I found damn crazy but hey, his house his rules. Ain't gonna be arguing with the host now will ya? So we drank, talked and laughed. Ya don't ever wake up. We was so loud but ya just slept like we ain't there..."

"That's embarrassing," I mumbled walking to the kitchen. The cake was cooling on the kitchen surfaces and dinner was already served and long eaten. Well Lake could have told me instead of letting me rumble about a non existent dinner.

"I'm betting that's fine. Peter made custard...Ya gonna be joinin' us right? There ain't no other workers ya gonna be eating with so 'twill be nice if ya join."

"I don't think Peter would appreciate that..." I reasoned with him taking out dessert plates.

"Peter ain't no monster. He jus' loves a bit dominion...Show him that he's superior and win him over. Imma show ya how to get him to make ya sit with us."

He took the cake and carried it to the sitting room where he placed it on a low table. The custard was in a bowl and was served with the dessert bowls on the table.

Peter was standing by the window which was wide open as he smoked a joint. He turned towards us blowing out a cloud of smoke as he kept his glare hard on us.