Rose had been about to explain the entire situation to Wayne when door had swung open without any warning. There was a woman standing in the doorway and she had no ideas who she was. She picked up a pillow and held it in front of her body. It would have been better if she could go under the duvet, but it was deeply tucked into the sides of the bed; and they were both on top it.
She would have to get off the bed with Wayne and pull it out from the sides before she would be able to seek refuge under it.Who the hell had made this bed? Had they spent all their childhood in military school?She didn’t know if anyone else was going to walk in after the mystery woman, but it was certainly best that as few people as possible, saw her in her lingerie.That door had not been locked? So if we hadn’t stopped because Wayne had seen the ring, then this woman would have walked in on us having sex? Who is she exactly?Rose could already feel her cheeksRose had really not wanted to be in the room at that moment. This was obviously a personal conversation between Wayne and the Winifred lady; so she had not wanted to be present for it. But, there was really nothing she could have done about it. This was not her house and she did not know the layout, so she could not just leave and walk into any other room she picked randomly.She had not wanted to stand in the hallway either, especially dressed like this. Her fur coat was still on the floor close to the bar, but that seemed like miles away. She had wished that she could just slip away with none of them noticing but that was impossible.Even in the heat of what seemed like a very tense conversation, they would notice if she tried to leave the room. It was kind of uncomfortable for her to be present during this. There was obviously some history between them, but it had seemed like all this was happening now because she was around.How did she get herself int
"Could you please help me up? I find myself a bit too tired to struggle up without assistance." Cinnamon asked as she finally turned to look at him.He noticed that her right cheek was looking really red and it seemed like there was a cut there. That must have been where Winifred had struck her. He would take a look at it after he had gotten her cleaned up. He held out his two hands and she grabbed on to them, he gently pulled her up and made sure she was steady on her feet before he let go. She immediately moved to the sink and turned the tap on so she could rinse out her mouth. While she was doing that he opened the cabinet beside her and got out a new toothbrush along with a tube of toothpaste.He opened the toothbrush pack for her and squeezed on some paste before handing it over to her. She looked at him like he was some kind of hero and gladly accepted it.After she was done brushing her teeth, she felt like a brand new
Rose felt like she was definitely pushing her luck and was waiting for him to refuse and ask her to respect his boundaries. But she had gotten this far by asking and there was no harm in doing so, the worst he could do was say no or kick her out.At this point though, she did not think he was going to kick her out, he had gotten a lot of tangible reasons over the past few hours but had not taken that step yet. It felt like months had passed since she had arrived at his gates and it seemed like she had been this comfortable with him for years.If it was someone else she had met just that night, she certainly would not ask them to borrow her any clothes; unless hers had been shredded beyond recognition or some other manner of destruction. But with him, it did not feel weird or seem like she was crossing a line; it seemed normal.But that was in her opinion; she never knew what was going through his mind until he told her. Perhaps he found it disrespectful or
His house was really beautiful and Rose was trying her best not to gawk at the high ceilings and stare like some tourist. She was less nervous now and more comfortable to observe her surroundings unlike when she had first stepped in to the mansion. It looked like it had about four floors and they were currently on the second floor, so she expected that they would climb up the stairs in order to get to the penthouse. But Wayne walked to a corner and Rose noticed an elevator which she had not seen before.Why didn’t the staff just tell me there was an elevator when I first got here? Why did they make climb all those stairs while wearing those boots? Maybe they just wanted to see me suffer, Rose thought.But her questions were soon answered as Wayne bent down when he got to the elevator and waited for a scanner to scan his right eyeball. The elevator doors opened with a ding and he waited for her to enter, she did and he followed after.“This elevat
Wayne had certainly not expected her to be this enthusiastic about cooking. Did she just crack her knuckles? He quickly handed her an apron from the drawer; because he had the feeling that he did not want her to ask him for it again. It was the kind that had an opening to go around your neck, so it covered your chest to almost your knees when you put it on.“You can be my assistant if you want,” Rose offered as she tied the apron around her waist. She made it sound like it was some sort of honor she had bestowed upon him.Alright I’ll bite, he thought with a grin. It was not like he had any other plans for his birthday, so why not spend the last hours of it as a cooking assistant to a stripper named Cinnamon? He got another apron for himself from the drawer and tied it around his waist as well.He stood and waited for further instructions from his teacher.“What ingredients do you have? Any suggestions on wh
Winifred Crest was terribly embarrassed as she walked into the lobby of The Ruby Tulip Hotel. She was only in town for a few days and felt like staying in a hotel instead of her place in Manhattan. Wayne’s bodyguards had dropped her off like a discarded tissue a couple of minutes ago. Her hair was wildly tousled and her makeup was streaked across her face from all the tossing around while she had been carried out.She was certainly a sight for sore eyes and she noticed the way the receptionist’s eyes widened when she approached the desk for her room key. The receptionist was a nice looking woman and seemed to be around twenty seven years old, which would make her just a year older than Winifred.She tried to hide the shock on her face as she smiled, but Winifred had already seen it and that made her angrier than ever,Oh, little Miss Polite and Sweet must be so happy to see me back here, Winifred thought in annoyance as she recalled the conversat
Rose was looking at Wayne and she could not figure out what he was thinking so she needed him to say something. The underlying theme of the night had been “Things do not go as planned,” and it had stayed true to itself.Rose had thought about so many different versions of how this night could turn out ever since Jessica had convinced her to do this. She had imagined that she would go there and manage to put on half a decent show and would be home free.She had also considered the fact that she could go there and mess up so bad that he would kick her out and swear to never hire Cinnamon again. She had also thought about, what if she got to the mansion and one of Wayne’s friends instantly recognized the fact that she was not actually Cinnamon?Sure she had worn the cat woman mask and her face was not clearly seen, but she was sure someone who had seen Jessica before would notice if she had grown several inches taller. She had even considered the fact that sh
Rose was surprised to hear Wayne ask that question, it was to be expected if she was being rational about it. But, she didn't think he would go down that road and she wished he had asked any other question but this one."Why do you ask?" Rose said as she tried to stall for time so she could gather her thoughts.Was she really going to be honest with him about this? Did she have to? She could lie about to him and he would never know the truth. He definitely was not going to see her again so was there any harm in being untruthful? But could she really do that to him? He had been understandable all night. He had allowed her bathe, wear his clothes and had even fed her; all that had never been in the arrangement. Even if he had felt bad about what Winifred had done to her, he could have sent her off after her shower with a huge tip, but he had taken care of her. The only thing he had asked for in return was her honesty; so her conscience o