Too Good To Be True

Chapter 3

January 13, 2016

I awoke from the smell of food my stomach instantly growling as the wonderful scent got stronger after a couple of minutes with my eyes shut. I was in no mood to rise from the couch and go get food. My eyes finally decided to give in and open due to another loud grumble from my stomach.  I slowly got off the couch and followed the delicious smell into the kitchen where I found Raina with the same outfit on from yesterday,  I need to go shopping with her, on the stove flipping a blueberry pancake.  I lean on the wall watching her do her thing as she hummed a song, I wasn't quite sure what song it was. She placed two pancakes on a pink and blue plate that she probably found in one of the kitchen cabinets. 'She's lucky Claire isn't here or else she would've killed her' I say to myself as I study her movements. Claire went on a trip to Germany for a photo shoot, she insisted it was urgent so I let her go. Unfortunately, I still had to sleep on the couch since she left early this morning and not last night. She didn't even wake me to give me a kiss or a little smooch, I mean she could have just peck me goodbye but nope, she was "too fed up with," whatever that means. She'll be gone for a week maybe even two if the shoots go well, that's a really long time without any of the good stuff for me. I chuckle to myself which gave away my presence making Raina jump and drop the spoon that she was holding, she breathed in heavily as she places a hand over her heart.

"I didn't mean to scare you." I apologize smiling widely from ear to ear.

"Its OK, your not the first today." She replies brushing it off as she squat to pick up the spoon and placing it in the sink before she sat down in front of her plate on one of the high chairs in front of the island table. I walked over to the opposite chair and take a seat facing her. 

"So, you didn't make me any huh?" I raise my right brow in questioning.

"Well, I thought your wife told you already." She responds, shrugging her shoulders.

I frown now confused, "tell me what? " I ask out of curiosity.

"Well, she said she left some food for you in the fridge. So I didn't need to cook for you. She also stated I was the new maid if I am going to live here, I need a job to do." She stuffed a piece of pancake in her mouth and chewed away. 

"You don't have to work, your my guest and any guest of mines do not usually work in my house, also I have enough maids. I'd rather taste those blueberry pancakes, they look delicious." I steal a piece of her pancake without permission quickly stuffing it into my mouth.

She gives me a 'are you crazy?' look while shaking her head. 

"I'll be the gardener then. I like working with plants so why not, yeah?" She rose a perfectly arched eyebrow.

"If you want to you can it is your choice, but you do not have to." I stand from my seat taking two large step to reach the fridge. I check for 'the food' that Claire was speaking of but I found nothing except for some energy drinks, yogurts, and salads.

I release a frustrated sigh turning to face Raina. "Can you please make me some blueberry pancakes? Please with the cherry on top?" I plead, placing both hands in front me and interlacing my fingers showcasing my best pouty face. 

She chuckles, "OK. "

"Yes! thank you! " I sprint out of the kitchen and went to the bathroom to shower. 

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After we both  finish eating, we sat down watching television in silence until I opened my big mouth

"Do you mind a little shopping?" I ask with a small grin.

She looks down at her hands, "I don't have the money right now, maybe another time."

I chuckle at her silliness, "I would never let a lady buy her own stuff when I was the one that offered to go to the store after all."

"Oh no ... No, I'm alright cause then I'm gonna owe you." She shook her head in disapproval.

"You won't have to own me I promise you. It's my treat." I assure.

"But... you already did enough by taking me into your home. " She softly states.

I get up and walk to the bedroom, that I was kicked out of,  the one that I share with Claire. She was intensely engaged in the TV show that she didn't realize I had gone to my bedroom

I picked out one of Clair's cream-colored blouse with black lace stripes running down the sides and a black pencil skirt since that's all I found that I thought would fit hazelnut.

"Here." I threw the outfit at her.

"What!! No way, I'm not wearing that. She would hate me more than she already does." She exclaims staring down at the clothes on her lap.

I walked over to the couch to her side and sit next to her, I turn my body to face her.

"She does not have to know about it. I will keep it between us, I promise." I swear as a smirk made its way to my lips.

"I can't do that, I'm sorry." She bows her head to avoid eye contact.

I stood up from my spot, " I'll give you 15 minutes by the time I come out here with her girly supplies to help you and shoes, you should be done and if your not then I'll undress you and put the outfit on you myself, end of discussion." I walk back to my room to check for Clair's comb, flat iron, lipstick, and the red pumps I bought her last year for Christmas. She came inside the room three minutes later I thought she was fully dressed but she didn't have the skirt on, only the blouse.

"Do you...I mean - can I use pants instead." She asks in a low voice.

"Wh?y What happened to the skirt?" I question, looking at how the top fitted her more than it fitted Claire.

"I.... I just don't - I don't feel comfortable in them and I don't think it'll fit. "She stuttered for the right words.

I place the supplies I had in my hand on the nightstand by the bed and place the shoes on the bed before making my way towards her.

"Put the skirt on then come to show me and I'll be the judge of how it looks OK. "I request once I was directly in front of her.

She hesitated before leaving the room to go put the skirt on, I sit on the bed and waited for her. About five minutes later she came back into the room wearing the skirt which fitted her better then it did on Claire. I spin my finger in a circle gesturing for her to give me a full three-sixty view but as she spun around I could not help myself, I just had to stare at her rare view, it was a thing of beauty but that's not the only thing that caught my eyes. There was this huge scar on her right leg, starting from her knee traveling down to her ankle. It didn't look too old, in fact, it looked new,  as if she just received the mark.

"Does it hurt?" I ask referring to the scar that was not fully healed.

she follows my gaze looking down at the scar, "this is why I didn't want to wear this."

"Come." I gesture her to come sit next to me.

She stood there not moving a muscle.

"Well, are you going to move or not? I said come here if you didn't hear." I repeated sounding a bit harsher than I intended to.

But it made her move , she walked slowly to where I was and sat down a few inches away from me, I got up and went to the bathroom checking for the first aid kit. Once I found it I walked back out to see her fiddling with her thumb, I sit closer to her than before.

"Let me see it. " I insist in a demanding voice.

"You don't have to, I'm fine, really I am, it doesn't hurt, it-" 

"Do I need to repeat myself again?" I rudely interrupt her, after all, I was never one to ask twice.

She didn't say a word as she places her leg on my lap. I grab a couple of wipes then wipe the scar with the alcoholic wipes. She flinches here and there but she was alright, when I finished cleaning it I wrapped a bandage around her knee down to her ankle. 

"There All done. " I told her as I finish wrapping the last strand around her ankle and clip it in place.

"Thank you." She took her foot off my lap.

"No problem.....oh yeah,  come, to do your hair then I'll go find some flats for you to wear, OK?" I got up from the bed and grabbed the flat iron and comb.

"How do you know how to do all these stuff? " she asks amazed and amused.

"My mother taught me when I was little, I would be bored, nothing to do. So she would call me to mess with her hair or just do random things. One time I wrapped her whole body with elastic bandages and she was totally fine with it but I got in trouble by my dad. He said "it was a dangerous thing." I reminice on the day, shrugging it away and regaining my focus.

She laughed a heart filled laugh, first time I ever heard her laugh, it was not the typical try-hard laugh that Claire would do for a show.  It was more beautiful, a sound of music to my ears, it made me smile incredibly hard.

"That's a stupid thing to do." She commented after her laughter died down.

"Yeah, now I know that. " I told her, causing more giggles out of her.

I finished the last piece of hair then ran to the closet to get her a pair of black flats. When I returned to the room, I got down on my knees to put them on her feet so she wouldn't have troubles with it. After I did that I stood back up to my full height and looked down at her, 'she looks beautiful,'  her hair fitted her better when it is straight rather than curly or maybe its just cause I always preferred straight hair. 'Hmmm... nope that's not it, she actually looks better. '

"You didn't have to put them on, I could have done it myself." She argues with a small smile.

"I know, but I wanted to." I return her smile.

"You look really beautiful." I compliment her and myself on a job well-done. 

She stood from the bed, "thank you if we're not going shopping anymore, can I change? I feel really uncomfortable." She says while walking out of the bedroom. 

"Of course we are still going shopping. That is unless you want to stay in the bedroom and do some naughty things that includes both of us naked." I  tease, smirking as I saw a faint blush creep up to her cheeks.

"I'd rather not, I'm not that type of woman." She confidentiality claims.

"Then what type are you? huh?" I ask, my smile getting wider.

She peaks back at me and smiles before walking out of the room. I open the garage door for her,  locking it behind me. I unlock the door to my red 2017 Audi a4, holding the door open for her to enter of course.

"Lady's first hazelnut." I say, gesturing for her to go in.

"Its Raina, not whatever you just called me." She replies before getting in the car.

I quickly walked over to my side, "of course, but I think hazelnut is a much better name and besides, I like to call you it."

She rolled her eyes. "Well, I don't so please call me Raina or just blue but not hazelnut cause that's not my name."

"Fine, fine... I'll call you Raina." I'm still calling her hazelnut, I don't care what she says.

Once she buckled up I started the engine and backed out of the garage, once I was fully out and on the road, I speed down the road.