I belong to Mr. Whitlock?

Chapter7

Mandy:

When I awoke, I sat on a big silk bed which seemed to be big enough to be a king size bed. The room I was in had tall white walls, I was amazed when I saw the ceiling: it was still white, but the corners were boarded with polished wood, giving the room a look more dilated than it was. I did noticed there were no windows in the room. I looked around me taking in my surrounding, I don't recall ever seeing a room like this before... Maybe in one of those fancy home decoration magazines.

I have to admit this room though it was simple looking, it was quite elegant. But that's besides the point. Where am I? I look down at myself and noticed I had a white tank-top and boy shorts... Wait... these are boxers!

Who do they belong to?!

I stood up then made my way towards the wooden door. The wood floor felt cool against my feet, it did make a quiet stomp sound each step I took. Once I had open the door and stuck my head out of the room to see a narrow navy blue wall hall with some frames on the walls then a little brown table with a dark blue flower vase. I brought my head back into the room and closed the door lightly behind me. I touched my chest: Yep, still have a bra... I pulled down on the boxer and saw I had panties on, problem was... They weren't mine.

"Who dressed me?" I didn't noticed I spoke till I heard my voice echo against the walls.

What was the last thing that happened? I felt my eyes get wide as a clip from last night replayed in my head.

Shit.

I had gotten drunk and passed out on Mr. Handsome...Mr. Handsome!

Could this be his place, his boxers? Yet it doesn't explain the fact that I have a girl tank-top and panties that aren't mine. Did I do something I don't remember doing?

Suddenly I was startled when there was a knock on the door, I opened it ghost like, and looked into a pair of bright green eyes and a wide pink smile. A woman stood in front of me, she looked from my face down to my attire. There was a sudden shrike in her look but it was only there for a second.

"Hey there," She had perfect white teeth when she spoke. I looked at her as if she was the new barbie; blond hair, green almond shape eyes, large breasts, wide hips... High cheek bones and a lovely freckled face. "You're up early, that's odd." She spoke mostly to herself. She wore a muddy green work suit but I did notice her killer heels when I looked down to her feet. She must be short, because with the heels on I can look at her face to face.

"Odd?" I repeated as if I didn't know the word.

She smiled apologetically, "Sorry, it's just odd. But my name is Bridgette Vazquez , I'm Mr. Whitlock's maid." Dressed that way?

"Oh..." Was all I could say at the moment. Before I could stop myself I heard my voice say, "Does he make you dress professionally?"

She chuckled, but I blushed. "No, I was just on my way to my son's parent-teacher conference, and Mr. Whitlock ask of me to check up on you. Which by asking me, I volunteered he's quite asleep on the couch of all the paper work he had to do." She continues, "By the way need anything?"

"No, I'm OK..." I thought about my car. "Where's my car, and where did I get these clothes?"

"Your car... I believe it is at your residents, and the shirt is mine... Boxers, well they belong to Mr. Whitlock. He ordered me to buy you underwear though, so you can breathe I changed you." She explained.

"Thank you, and sorry for any trouble I have caused." I looked down at my feet.

Damn her shoes.