Maid for the Casanova

Chapter Four - The Mischievous Misadventure Continues

Tracy Sterling

If I'm only dreaming right now can someone please pinch me and wake the hell out of me. This is surreal! Wow, I should've seen this one coming.

"You met her before?" Aunt asked him.

"Yeah" His lips turned into a smirk. We met in the wrong place, at the wrong time and its all because of a stupid mistake that I did when I entered the wrong room.

"Well, I'm sure you two will tag along pretty well" Aunt gave us an assurance. After everything that happened, its beyond impossibility. That guy is an asshole. No matter how perfect he looks, he'll always be the same arrogant jerk I met yesterday. I still can't believe he called me an airhead.

"This is preposterous" He sighed then walked upstairs. If Scott tells her what happened last time, she might think that I'm not fit for this job nor I'm not compatible enough to handle their som. I might lose this opportunity to go to college. I have to do something about this.

"Do we have a problem here?" Aunt snapped into my thoughts.

"No, everything's fine Aunt" I gave her an innocent smile. Everything will be fine, Tracy. I reassured myself. Damn, I really need to talk to Scott before he ruins everything.

"Aunt, do you mind? I'll just get something inside my room" I excused myself and she nodded in response. But I headed to Scott's room. I started to knock outside his door. And since he's not even saying a word, I decided to enter his room without his permission.

"What now?" He sighed in annoyance.

"Scott, we need to talk" I said.

"What do you want?" He asked. He even seems uninterested.

"You don't like me, I don't like you, the feeling is mutual and I just want to say that I'm sorry about what happened" I narrated.

"And?" He raised an eyebrow, waiting for my next words.

"Okay, I didn't mean to call you a dickhead" Well, he is still a dickhead. A voice popped into my head. I really need to calm myself.

"Just get to the damn point" He commanded.

"Fine, I need this job. And its my only way to graduate so please help me out here. I swear I'll be the best nanny ever, I'll do anything you want" I stated and raise my smallest finger on my left hand as a sign of sincerity. This is foolish! I swear I'd rather raise my middle finger at him to show him how he pisses me off.

"Anything?" He smiled deviously. And he walks closer to me.

"Are you sure you're willing to do anything I want?" He looked directly into my eyes as his face is getting closer and closer to mine. This position is starting to feel uncomfortable. Is he about to kiss me? I can feel my knees weakened by his smile. I can smell his fresh, minty breath. I closed my eyes. I can even hear my heart throbbing. Is he for real? Then he threw a towel on my face. He's reluctantly sitting on his bed now.

"Do you actually think that I'll kiss you?" There he goes again with his annoying smirk signature.

"Immature!" I stated.

"I'll take that as a compliment" He said and focused on the television. He's just watching a show about car racing. So I entered his bathroom to put his towel together with the other dirty clothes so I can finish his laundry before the noon strikes. I can smell the aroma of his towel, it smells fresh and a scent that can make any girl turn on. I wonder how he managed to smell good although he already wore these clothes the other day?

"Are you done sniffing my clothes?" He was standing there, behind me. I suddenly felt embarrassed of what I did. I threw his towel and his other clothes in the laundry basket and acted naturally.

"You bet" I responded with disgust. Although I can't deny the fact that he smells really good.

Tracy, what has gotten into you? I asked myself.

"Just get the stupid laundry basket and leave" he ordered. I nodded in response without saying a word. I gathered all his dirty clothes and placed them inside the laundry basket then leave his room.

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it's 11 PM and I'm trying to suddenly I heard my door squeaked, as Zoey enters my little comfort zone. She is wearing her pink Spongebob pajamas and a plain, loose t-shirt.

"Are you sleepy?" She asked abruptly

"No" I answered directly.

"So what do you think about, Scott?" She asked. What kind of a question is that? A question popped into my head.

"Do you want me to tell you the truth?" I asked her. I wasn't even trying to be ironic here. There's just something about Scott that pisses me off. Maybe its his egotistical aura. But no matter what it is, he has a serious attitude problem.

"The truth, of course" She added then sat next to me on my bed.

"He is an annoying, arrogant jerk and a certified pain in the ass" I answered exasperatedly. What else can I add?

"Wow, you must really like him. A lot" she added.

"As if!" I defended myself. Its not going to happen and no it's not even close to reality. The last thing that I would learn here from earth is learning how to like that arrogant, Scott Greene. And I can eventually assure that to myself.

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