HONK HONK.
It must be him.
Does he not know how to ring the damn door bell.
I placed my hand around the door handle and slowly opened the door. Not falling this time, my eyes caught his. He interrogated me from top to bottom with what looked a little bit like shock. But he quickly went back to his resting b*tch face.
"Get in." he said with no emotion what so ever.
I walked down my drive way when I noticed that he had a sleek black lambo parked right behind him. I was so caught up in observing him that I didn't notice it.
I elegantly walked over to the car and, for once this entire year, he treated me with courtesy and opened the door. Though I didn't agree with the "boys have to open doors for girls" motion, ( I can open my own damn doors) I took it as the nicest thing he has probably ever done and sat down.
His perfectly polished seats were so soft, I could just forget about him and fall asleep. That's what I was planning to to do before he made my Saturday night a dilemma.
For the first ten minutes of the car ride it was silent. Really silent. I was staring out of my window contemplating life decisions and he was driving.
"You are coming with me to a party. You will be paid, a lot, but I have put rules in place."
1. You do not speak unless spoken to.
2. You have to follow along with my every move.
3. You call me by my first name.
4. You do not mention that you work for me.
5. Don't tell ANYONE about this or I'll make sure your life's hell.
"OK but why-"
"And lastly, no asking questions."
GOD. does he really have to be so stuck up. No wonder he needs to hire a girlfriend, he can't get his own.