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“Do we look alike?” he asked, frowning a little.
“Well,” she started, then paused a little, eyeing him, “no, not really.”
She shook her head upon reaching her conclusion. Apart from both of them being drop dead gorgeous, they really looked nothing alike. This guy looked like the gypsies brought him up, with his dark tresses and olive skin. Hyde looked like he belonged to some old royal family, and he was their long lost descendant, whom they knew nothing about until now.
“Then, there’s your answer,” he grinned again. “We’re best friends, actually.”
“Oh,” she replied, not really knowing what to say to that. It was just an empty statement.
“We kinda grew up together,” he started explaining. “Back in the old country.”
“Old country?” she repeated. “You mean, you’re not from around here?”
“No,” he smiled, shaking his head. “We were born far away from here, both of us. We spent our childhood there. Then, our families moved here, and I guess, we kinda stuck around.”
Rene listened to his story. She was surprised at the way he told it, without any details which might pinpoint his country of origin or his native language. He obviously didn’t want to reveal it. At the same time, Rene wondered why. If there was nothing to hide, why would anyone be so mysterious about it? Even though she was curious, she decided against probing. It was rude, especially seeing she just saw the guy for the first time. Maybe there would be a time and a place for prolonging this conversation and asking a few more questions.
“You have no accent,” she couldn’t resist mentioning this. “I mean, your English is flawless. I would never say you weren’t born here.”
“Let’s just say you pick up a language and the dialect very easily after living somewhere for a long time.”
“But, you’re what, 30 something?” she asked, unable to let it go. “You spent half of your life here, but your formative years belong to some other country, to some other language. It’s amazing that you managed to acquire the language so easily, without any trace of your former language.”
“I bet there’s a compliment hidden deep in there somewhere,” he laughed and she felt as if he wanted to avoid answering this.
“I’m a little older than that, actually,” he added and she inspected his clean shaven face, free of any blemishes and wrinkles.
“Well, whatever you’re using, I want in on that,” she said, suddenly realizing that she was starting to enjoy talking to him.
Without warning, he leaned in over the table and spoke to her in a low whisper.
“If you’re good, I might let you in on my secret…”
It sounded so mysterious, so erotic, so wrong, that she had no idea what to reply to that. She felt tongue-tied, as her heart started beating faster and faster, and a flash image of him pushing her against this table and devouring her appeared in her mind. A second later, all that remained was a faint blushing.
Frantically trying to think of something clever to say, she was relieved to see Parker standing in the doorway to the kitchen, rubbing his eyes.
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“Morning, bud!” the man cheerfully greeted him, inviting him over to the table. “I was just having a nice chat with your nanny. She’s very nice.”
Rene smiled at Parker, choosing to disregard what he just said, and just get over it, whatever hidden meaning it had.
“Hi, Uncle Jesse,” Parker smiled. “Is dad gone?”
“Yeah, bud,” Jesse nodded, welcoming Parker in his lap, “he had to go early for work. You hungry?”
“Mhm,” Parker mumbled.
Jesse looked at Rene, and she immediately jumped up.
“I’ll make you something,” she chirped. “What would you like?”
“Pancakes?” Parker asked, shyly.
“Pancakes are an awesome idea!” Jesse exclaimed. “I’d love some pancakes, too, nanny.”
“OK,” she muttered through clenched teeth, then started gathering the necessary ingredients from the pantry.
