Chapter Five
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I stood in front of the gated mansion, drinking in its beauty and glamour. I did yet another crosscheck at the address to be sure I wasn't mixing things up and still it was the very same. After the whole cafeteria drama, she surprisingly raised the question of how we could go about the assignment. We went through the details of what we wanted to do, how we wanted to do it, etc till what was left was a place to meet up to tidy it up. While I ran my mind on which cafeteria or pub we could meet up, she dropped her suggestion.
" We could meet up at my place?"
Puzzled I eyed her expression trying to decipher whether or not she was trying to prank me.
"What?"
" I...uh... didn't exactly see you bringing up your place as an option"
"You don't like it "
"No..no...I just"
A smirk covered her face as she leaned in "Don't tell me you are having dirty thoughts; though I am open to such options"
"I am not interested" I quipped, tucking away my face quickly to hide the effect of her words.
" Right" she drawled, "so it shouldn't be an issue, see you by 7:30"
Standing awkwardly in front, I questioned my decision. Summoning all the courage I could I pressed the gate bell and waited.
If she is not out in 5 minutes, I will go
I was about to spin on my heels and formulate the next best excuse when it opened
Great
A funny-looking Alfred look-alike came out.
" Hello, Sir. How can I help you?"
" I... I am looking for a Jess Stance. " I quickly added when he kept looking expressionless without response." She asked me to come, I am supposed to work on a project with"
"Oh the project, come this way Mr..."
" Alex, Alex Ford"
"Mr. Ford, this way please"
He led the way inside the compound. For a moment I was dumbstruck, I watched in fascination how the glazed fountains spewed water from these ballerina models to the well-trimmed flowers lining the walkway and certain places.
Everything from the flowers to the interlock to the fancy Lampstands spoke of minimalism and elegance.
I knew she was rich, but probably not this rich.
"Mr Ford " the butler broke through my trance.
"Yes, I am coming."
I followed into a courtyard. Wooden chairs were on both sides, giving off a beach vibe. In the middle was a swimming pool. I stood with my mouth agape as Jess pulled up from underwater.
"A Mr Ford is here to see you. Concerning the project, I brought him in as you requested."
She held the railings and sat on the edge. "Please help me pass the towel, thank you" The butler did so.
"Hey Glasses, you are here and early too" She stood facing him, with the towel in her left hand drying her hair.
I eyed her and drank her in as she stood beautifully in a black ad white spotted bikini, her full figure and sculpted butt in view.
"I am trying to get this off my head" I fumbled with my glasses, in a bid to hide my embarrassment as dirty thoughts assaulted my mind.
"Fine, fine follow me "
I would have noticed how the glassed chandelier hung elegantly at the center of the room, or the wide-screen TV sitting cooly above the fireplace, or the rounded soft cushions if my eyes were not focused on her rounded rump.
I must be insane, the logic me cursed out.
I felt a certain small person shift uncomfortably within my pants.
Please not now
"Would you want something to eat?". She spun around
"Uh" I tried regaining my composure
"What would you like to take"
"I think I am fine"
"Since you are being polite. I will have Mrs.Aria make pasta."
"Sit and ..." she pulled me very close to herself by my jacket "Make yourself at home" she whispered in my ear. With that, she sashayed away leaving me to wrestle with the havoc she created.
A few hours later, we were looking at how to get the project done, contrary to what I thought she would have done.
" I believe we should hold the research in the cafeteria to give ourselves a good idea of how they think or what do you think?"
Silence
"Jess "
I turned to face Jess, fast asleep, I studied her features. Her eyelashes black and long brushed against her rounded cheeks. Eyelids that hid her wide yet mischievous brown eyes. Her plump lips were slightly parted and a tendril red lock fell across her face. Ever so lightly I brushed up and away from her face. It revealed a baby-looking Jess, a far contrast from the strong-willed rebel.
"Baby Monster" I smiled internally at the weird name.
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