Yes, Sir

6.5

•- Austin Wood -•

I'm suddenly awoken by the sound of a clearing throat, causing my eyes to slowly open as the beating sun momentarily blinds me.

A brush of cold air whips around my body and I'm brought to my senses as the sound of the bustling city surrounds this small corner of the world.

"Good morning, sunshine," Lainey's grandmother lets out a joy filled laughter as she leans her frail and wonderfully aged frame on the window separating Lainey and I from the interior of the cozy apartment just feet away.

Not wanting to wake Laine, I try to move my body from her's.

"I'm sorry, Evaleen, if I can still call you that. We were talking and we both must have fallen asleep. I take full responsibility for this situation."

Evaleen's expression doesn't do so little as falter as she swats her hand playfully. The tall window is pushed to it's maximum height, revealing enough space for me to pass through at any given moment in time. But not now. Never now.

"Get the girl inside before she dies of hypothermia or something. Hell if I know all those diseases."

I do as told and I lift Lainey from the stairs. Slowly I step through the barrier and carefully lay her into her bed where she snuggles into the mattress with ease. I grab the blanket by the corner, as most of it still remained outside the window and this was the only reachable portion, and I pull the fabric through the window before tucking her in safely for the remainder of her morning.

I glance to the watch on my wrist and realize the morning was drawing to a close as the early afternoon settled in. I could easily formulate an excuse to Miss. Palmer or to Brent if need be.

"I'm so sorry, Evaleen. We were just talking about nothing, anything, everything. We got carried away. Not that my apology is making this situation less extenuating, but I am so apologetic for sneaking behind your back."

Her hand had rested on her hip as words fumbled out of my mouth.

I was used to my reputation of being a Casanova to damage sales and ultimately demolish my male statistics as proven by Laine, however, I never lost a client that meant so much to me as Evaleen and her business did.

"If you're done with you apologies, Austin," her eyelashes flutter slightly, "How do you like your eggs?"

•- Laine Bennett -•

I awoke to the sweet comfort of my bed and a flowing dust of wind inviting itself into my bedroom.

I had no recollection of finding my way into the comfort of my own home, but as I lay flat on my back, I can only assume Austin had somehow managed to bring me inside without waking me in my sleep.

I reach to my phone and pull the fully charged device to meet my eyes. Morning had fallen to afternoon, and if I didn't leave my bed now, I would be forced to call in sick and that was the last thing I needed to do after returning from a trip to Hawaii.

I push off my bed and as I'm about to text Austin my excuse for the day while silmultaneously walking to the kitchen, I find three laughter filled voices and the smell of freshly cooked breakfast despite the odd time of day for such a meal.

Austin sat with his back to my room, but his jacket had been disregarded and the wrinkles on his shirt suggested that he had been here for quite some time.

"Lainey!" My grams calls as she pours her egg mixture onto the frying pan, "You're just in time! I was making you some breakfast!"

I take small, worrying steps towards the unknown situation. There were lines we Bennett girls never crossed, and keeping a man stashed in our bedroom was a line drawn so wide, it was impossible to step over.