Intimate || Imagines & Unfinished Stories

003 On Hold | Stephen James

Stephen
It was morning now and she'd finally came downstairs from her room. I immediately joined her in the kitchen.

"So I thought about what you said lastnight and I want to offer you a job."

"A job? What kind of job?"

"Cook...maid...things along that line."

"Details?"

"Typically it's only me here. So you'll be cooking for me mostly and cleaning will be minimum and you can live here."

"Live here? With you?"
I furrowed my eyebrows.
"I don't mean it in that way but I don't understand why?"

"Don't worry about all of that. Do you accept?"

"What about my car and belongings?"

"Anything sentimental in there?"

"I don't think so."

"Fuck it then."

She looked a little conflicted but soon nodded her head.

"Will your girlfriend be okay with this arrangement?"

I began to laugh loudly
"I don't do relationships, sweetheart."

She nodded again.

She started to clean up.
"You're not going to eat?"

"No appetite."

"Did you eat lastnight?"

"Don't worry, I'm fine."
Once she was finished cleaning she left back upstairs. This was odd, whether women knew about my actions or not they always melted for me but she wasn't. She wasn't even being nice, I was confused.

Once I was done eating I followed her up to her room. I could smell the perfume she used after her shower.

*knock knock*
The door opened showing her in a new set of clothes and wet hair.

"Can I come in?"

"It's your house."
She let me in and resumed her spot on the bed.

"Are you ever going to eat?"

"Stephen."
She groaned

"Izaya, What has to happen for you to eat?"

"Nothing, I'm fine. Why is this room so stocked up with women's stuff?"

"My mom did this. There are two rooms like this."
She nodded
"Go to dinner with me."

"What?"

"Come to dinner with me tonight."

"What if I still don't eat?"

I started to laugh.
"Dinner" with me is never just food.

"Check the closet for something to wear. A dress."

"What time tonight?"

"I'll let you know."

"Is all of this professional?"

"Probably not."
She eyed me then laughed

"I need a time."

"5."

"Dinner at 5?"

"Actually. Be ready at 2 and dress casual."
She nodded

2pm was in 3 hours so I left her alone to get ready.
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I knocked on Izaya's door for the second time. I could hear her moving around then the door opened.