I turn over and hear someone in the kitchen. I stretch out my arms on the extremely large comfortable bed. My finger tips touch soft skin and I see Mia almost curled in her own little ball. I push away the hair that frames her face. Her nose crinkles and I smile. I kiss the very spot and slowly get up.
Still in my plane clothes I walk down to the kitchen to see a woman with a blue uniform dress on. When she turns she smiles and places a cup on the table. "Coffee or tea Mr. Styles?" I sit at the kitchen island and choose coffee and add lots of caramel creamer. "Would you like anything for brunch sir?" I look at the clock and its eleven thirty.
"Um just a turkey sandwich is fine. Where is our luggage?" She directs me down a hall to the guest bedroom with two piles of bags and cases. I begin to make the trips back and forth taking them up stairs. When I set down the last of our bags Mia sits up.
"Harry?" She rubs her eyes and yawns.
"Hey good afternoon sleeping beauty I hope I didn't wake you." She shakes her head and crawls off the bed. "Come Rosaline is making coffee and lunch." We sit at the table and enjoy the small meal of sandwich and chips.
"Rosaline would you mind opening the balcony doors up stairs? The room needs new air." The woman obeys with a smile.
"How long has she worked here?" I ask as I take another bite of the food.
"Since dad got the house, I was 13 so five years almost. I let her stay here when I'm not here vacationing. Gives her a getaway and keeps the house from being infested with unwanted guest and dust." She downs her second cup of coffee and refills it. I bite my lip to keep the caffeine comment to myself.
"Ms. Timid I've set the luggage in the separate closets. Would you like them unpacked?"
"Yes please except the red one and the bag with my bathroom items." They both turn to look at me and I try to feel if something is on my face.
"What?" I give up.
"Mr. Styles would you like your luggage unpacked?" She says it with a smile like she's happy to work.
"Oh no its fine you don't have to do that." She shakes her head.
"Please Sir it is okay." I look at Mia and she nods.
"Uh if it's not too much trouble." The woman almost curtseys as she excuses herself out of the room. Mia opens the kitchen doors and comes to sit back down scrolling through her phone. Then the question I forgot to ask her comes to mind.
"You never told me why you chose this house." She sets down her phone and looks at me.
"Well first it was the farthest away from my parents and Lydia's house and it has its own little beach. It's a private resident's area." Mia's phone rings and she steps out onto the patio. I glance at her as she laughs and smile at the conversation.
"Mr. Styles." Rosaline knocks me out of my jealous fit and hands me the phone. Funny I didn't hear a ring.
"Hello?"
"Harry boy how do you like California so far?" George's too happy voice booms through the phone and I wait for him to continue. "I'm just checking in and informing you California is a big bucks town so I have given you a bonus you could say. I placed an envelope in one of your bags inside, you'll find a temporary credit card and pin spend as much as you like and tell my Mia she has unlimited on her card. Oh and Harry don't forget about our agreement on this trip. Happy relaxing."
The line goes dead and I immediately go upstairs. I bump into Rosaline coming out of the closet. "Sorry Rosaline didn't see you there. Have you unpacked my bags yet?"
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Hidden
Novela JuvenilThey call her freak, geek, witch, weirdo. He sees the oposite, he knows her secret, but she doesn't know his.