Wilde at Heart (Completed)

Chapter 4

"Wakey wakey, Jester," said Layla an evil grin on her face.

Said boy flung a pillow in the direction of her voice and groaned pulling the covers up over his head. "Leave me be."

"Oh no," said Layla, "It' seven o'clock already. I have to be at work by eight and you are going to be up and at 'em before I leave."

She wasn't wearing her scanty pajamas anymore but had changed into sweatpants and a t-shirt. Still grinning evilly, she crawled on top of Jester who lay on his stomach and suddenly jabbed him in the ribs. His sharp yelp of pain dissolved into laughter. Because of the covers he had gotten twisted up in during the night, he couldn't get Layla off of him.

"Stop, stop, please," he yelped, laughing.

Layla was giggling. She knew from past experience that Jester was ticklish, very ticklish. Finally, Jester managed to roll over on his back and he pushed Layla off to land on the floor.

"Jester," she screeched getting up and rubbing her sore behind.

He only laughed and pushed his blond mop of hair out of his eyes. "Serves you right," he said, "That wasn't fair."

"Whatever," she said flapping her hand at him, "Get up, breakfast is in the kitchen."

"Well, why didn't you just say so!" Jester took the comforter with him as he made a beeline for the kitchen.

Layla picked up the comforter that he left halfway down the hallway and threw it over the back of the couch in the living room before following him into the kitchen. He stood only in a pair of shorts drooling over the stack of pancakes on the counter.

"Go ahead," she said shaking her head, "I've already eaten."

He dug in eating as he carried his plate to the table.

Layla went to get ready to work.

When she came out of her room a few minutes later, dressed in a light blue knee-length dress and nude heels, Jester was still eating. She wrinkled her nose at him and said, "I can't believe you're still eating."

"I'm just a growing boy," he mumbled, his mouth full.

"I'm going to work now," said Layla, grabbing her truck keys, "Don't burn down the building."

"Bye," Jester yelled.

Layla ran down the two flights of stairs to her truck.

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Checking her face in the mirror on the elevator door, she smiled. She'd straightened her curly hair and pulled it up into a high ponytail so it was out of her way. She was ready for this job and the challenge of dealing with Mr. Grumpypants.

She stepped out of the elevator and Rose looked up from her desk and exclaimed, "Layla! You're here. Right on time."

Layla smiled and said, "Morning, Rose. How is Mr. Wilde today?"

"No worse than usual," said Rose, "He is on the phone right now, but he said for you to come in as soon as you get here."

Layla nodded as she made her way to his office. She opened the door to see him pacing up and down in front of his desk on his phone. He didn't look up, so she stood awkwardly by the door.

"No, yes, I don't care Sophie," he growled clearly upset, "Just deal with it. Look I haven't got time to chitchat right now."

He turned and saw Layla standing by the doorway and inwardly sighed in relief. At least now he had an excuse to get off the phone. Hanging up, he plastered a frown on his face as he stood and looked Layla up and down in a way that made most girls uncomfortable.