-- Author's Note--
I'm not sure this is really good... I don't know. I leave it up to you to decide. Anywho, this IS a BTT story, but I'm thinking of adding more characters to it... just to spice it up a bit. ReaderXBTT and possibly other characters. Please enjoy ~^_^~
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There was something about the house that didn’t quite sit right with you. Sure, you needed the money, and yes, being single without a job was quite rough – especially when the economy was this terrible- but still, there was something about the house that set you off.
You had found the ad in the paper last Sunday when you were eating a donut and drinking your morning coffee.
House – Keeping Needed. Pay - $100 a week. Live- in’s ONLY. (***) *** - ****
The idea wasn’t bad – in fact, it was great. You hadn’t been able to keep up with the payments on the room you were renting in the three story flat you were staying in, so when you saw the ad in the paper, you were delighted.
You had immediately called the number, only for your first appointment to be set up today.
The big day to which you were dressed in your best suit, the only make up you had carefully applied, bag slung over your shoulder and ready to go.
It was a rather small house with a fresh olive green coat of paint and tomato plants growing along the walls. The grass was mowed and watered, and three chairs were set on the front porch.
You approached the door, pressing a thin finger to the glowing orange button before hearing the faint sound of doorbell, dinging within the house.
You could hear two distinct voices within the house – each with its’ own distinct accent, seemingly arguing with each other.
Finally, the door opened and green eyes met with your own. You felt a slight blush dust your cheeks as the tall man before you smiled down at you.
He was slightly tanned, with bright green orbs and messy hair the color of chocolate. He was barefooted, with skin – tight black jeans and a tight white t – shirt labeled, “Espana.”
“Oh, Buenos dias, chica.” The man said, leaning a bit on the door. He had an accent that you recognized to be Spanish. “You need something?”
“I –I came for work.” You stammered, nervous as hell to speak to such a (*excuse my words.*) hunk of a man.
“Ah, yes~” the Spaniard purred. “You must be [name]. Please come in.”
And you followed the Spanish man in. Though, you would’ve never guessed, but it would be an experience you would never forget….
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