Rachel was sitting awkwardly on the sofa not far from Mason while her mother was constantly staring at Mason. Rachel sighed at her mother’s behavior. Didn’t she feel ashamed at all for gawking at him like a piece of candy? Rachel thinks to herself. “Mr. Knight, don’t your neck feel sore for kept looking to your right?” Rachel’s mom teased him while batting her eyelashes. Mason cleared his throat. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Jones. Rachel’s beauty captivates me.” He said shamefully, causing Rachel to turned red as a tomato. “Your house is very nice too, Mrs. Jones.” Mason complimented.
“I’m glad if you like this house. Rachel could bring you to look around the house. I’m sure she wouldn’t mind…” Her mom said while throwing a glance towards Rachel. “Mom! I’m not a maid!” Rachel said, complaining. From
