Mr. Trager

Benevolence

SATURDAY, DECEMBER 15th

The warm light of dawn breaking shined through the window, gently pulling me from my slumber. It was a pleasant feeling to wake up to, but I couldn't shake the thought that something was missing. With a halfhearted groan, I reached my hand to the left side of the bed, finding it empty and cold. My body lunged forward into a sitting position in a blind panic, before my surroundings brought on a sigh of relief. How could I have forgotten where I was? He was probably just off to work, and I thought it considerate of him to let me sleep in.
Falling back onto soft the pillows behind me, I turned to my side, spotting a slip of paper on the nightstand beside me. Did he leave me a note?

'Hate to leave ya all alone, the job doesn't wait. Somebody's gotta keep this damn company running. Don't be afraid to make yourself at home, should be back around 3.
If you plan on leaving, don't take any of my fucking shirts, tired of that shit.'
- Rick

I chuckled at that last part. His phone number was crudely scribbled on the back, far messier than the already scribbled handwriting on the other side, he must have written it in a hurry. Then again, did he really think I would just up and leave? Why was he even at Mount Massive on a Saturday?
Maybe I should shoot him a text, at least then he'd have my number. As I was reaching for my phone, the glowing red digits of an alarm clock caught my attention, 2:00p.m. He'd be back just an hour from now...
I left my phone at rest on the bedside table, a much better idea had come to mind. Whatever had made him act so strangely the night before, I'd make sure it was good and forgotten today. That didn't stop the memory of it from troubling my mind though, maybe today he wouldn't be quite as distant. Even if he was, I had my ways of working around it. I knew there wasn't much time, so I begrudgingly forced myself out of bed, it wasn't nearly as comfortable without him there anyway. It didn't take me long to find what I was looking for, right at the bottom of the smaller of my two bags. I had to make today interesting for the both of us, with only one hour left to work with.
Maybe it said something demeaning about me that some of the most expensive things I owned were lingerie, although I'd never had an excuse to wear any of them until now.
Slick black heels, stockings topped with soft black lace, and a matching black corset set. I let a few of my loose brown curls fall in front of my shoulders, freshly washed and dried. He had told me to make myself at home, and I considered my love affair with cleanliness to be a top priority. I had to admit that my appearance was stare worthy, even if I wasn't very fond of my own looks.
My plan had been to wait in the bedroom. I assumed it would the first place he'd look, but when I heard him unlocking the door around 3:05, I found myself frozen at the top of the stairs. As good a time as any I supposed. An excited blush spread over my face as the door slowly swung open.

"Right right, I'll call you back." The sound of him laughing brought me a timid smile.

He looked up at me with with that gorgeous sideways smirk, his head tilted slightly to the side. "Well, aren't you just full of surprises?"

My smile grew wider. "How was your day?"

Something was definitely different, not at all like the day before, but still just the slightest bit off... Perhaps it was the way that he looked at me upon first sight, he'd looked me in the eyes.
I laughed a little, rubbing my left arm nervously.

"Why don't you come down here, Rick'll tell ya about it?" He nodded towards the living room, beaconing me to follow.

One by one, I walked down the dark hardwood stairs, watching my feet as I trotted my way down to meet him. He hadn't struck me as the type to wear white, but I couldn't deny how lovely the color looked on him. I assumed even with his status, the need to appear professional every now and again, was inescapable. It was made more obvious by the black blazer he carried, draped over his right forearm. With his free arm, he pulled me closer by the shoulders, urging me through the archway to the living area.