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Chapter 6
Matt
She spins around to see me.
She’s the most perfect thing I’ve ever seen, and I find myself regretting the fact that work has kept me away from her beautiful face.
She’s absolutely divine, enticing...irresistible.
In truth, I’ve been thinking about her ever since we met at the party. Who could forget that one magical night watching the fireworks? I’ve never been with a woman before and felt such things, such sparks.
It’s only the beginning of our love affair, and already it’s great.
Yes, I’m already counting on this being a love affair. There’s no way I’m going to let Meg out of my life without sleeping with her at least once.
She’d be lucky to have me—all women are. There will be no complaints from her, of that I can guarantee.
She’s sitting at my dad’s desk, organizing and sorting through some paperwork.
I’ve obviously surprised her because she says, “Matt! What are you doing here? You nearly gave me a heart attack.”
“It’s nice to see you again, Meg. I’ve missed our little encounter. Are you settling in here at the mansion?” I ask.
“Yes,” she says. “Everything’s going just fine.”
That’s all she gives me. She deflects from my question, and I know she’s not really telling me how hard a time it’s been here at the mansion.
I can tell by her messy hair and the state of her fingernails that she’s been put to work. Again I wonder how such a beautiful woman has ended up as a maid.
From the other night, I was able to gather that she’s very smart and enabled. Why does she purposely demean herself with this kind of work?
“Are you sure everything’s going okay? You look like you’ve been put to work pretty hard,” I say.
She sighs and wipes the dust off her face and says, “Yes. Mrs. Simmons has had a lot of work for me to do. But hey, that’s what I’m here for, right?”
I look around at what she’s doing in the library. The beautiful carved wood took months for my father to have completed. The library is one of the staples in the house.
The room is stately, and it makes one want to escape in one of the many books that align the walls.
But the library has been in somewhat of a mess since father died. People have been going through his paperwork and everything, trying to sort things out. I imagine Meg is in here cleaning up the mess.
I sit on the edge of the desk and say to her, “This is my father’s desk. He had it imported from Italy. It’s still so weird to see this room empty. He spent a lot of time in here, working.”
She looks at me like she genuinely cares and says, “I’m really sorry to hear that, Matt. I know it must be really hard losing your dad. I wish there was something I could do.”
I look at her with a certain amount of awe in my face.
Doesn’t she know how beautiful she is? Doesn’t she know that her mere presence here is helping everything? Doesn’t she know that she’s been on my mind for the past couple days?
Of course these are all things that I cannot say. I barely know the woman, for God’s sake. And besides, I don’t do relationships.
After I had my heart broken in high school by this one amazing girl, I’ve never looked back. I don’t do love; it only brings trouble.
But I do have a certain amount of lust in my life. Lust is the name of the game. Even with Meg, as beautiful as she is, I can’t see it developing into a relationship.
Because, like I said, I’m just not that guy.
I take the liberty of holding her hand in my own and say, “Meg, just your presence here is lightening the burden of our grief.”
