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When did this happen? How had he orchestrated everything so quickly? After helping Alice bring her stuff in, she realized her entire wardrobe, including shoes and accessories, was now in Hunter McLeod’s bedroom.
“If there's anything we missed or something else you need, please let me know and we'll have it brought over immediately. And don’t worry about your plants. They were also brought over, and I promise I will take good care of them.”
“Thank you, Alice. I could have done this myself, after work today.”
“Of course not. I am here to help you in any way I can. Should I have breakfast sent to the room or would you prefer to sit down?”
Sit down? Her bottom reminded her otherwise for now. Besides, she wasn’t going to have time for breakfast. “No, thank you. I'm good with this coffee,” she said and took another sip, knowing she would need to fly to the shower and into her clothes in record time.
“I'll leave you to it. But please, if you need anything at all, just dial zero.”
Gosh, this was more like a hotel room with room service than a house.
How was she going to do this for twenty-nine more days?
Chapter Thirteen
Kensley took a quick shower, then changed into a soft flare skirt that reached above her knees but was kinder to her sore bottom, a pink top, and black stilettos.
She managed to find the elevators and remembered she had left that stupid picture in his room, never mind that it was in her evening purse. She raced back to get it. No one should see that. Ever. While there, she also quickly made the bed. She was used to doing things herself.
She went down the elevator again and out of the entrance of his humongous home. And it was only then that she realized she had no idea how she was going to get to work. Her car was still at work since she had gone home with Marcy the night before.
“Ms. Reid?” A friendly face looked up at her and waved. She walked down the steps to the man dressed in a black suit.
“Hi?”
“I am Karl. And I'll be driving you to work today.”
“Hmm... I do have my own car. It's just at work at the moment.”
“Your car is in the garage, Ms. Reid. Mr. McLeod had me pick it up last night.”
Okay, what?
She searched her work handbag for her keys and found nothing. Did he really...
“Your keys are with Mr. McLeod. I have strict instructions to drive you anywhere you'd like to go.”
She harrumphed. It was just like Hunter going around giving strict instructions and everyone around him was too scared to disobey. Fine. She would be obedient and went with the nice man until she tracked Hunter down and demanded her car keys. She was not one of his subjects.
“Thank you, Karl. And please, I'm just Kensley.”
“It's good to meet you, Kensley.” He opened the back door for her, and she supposed she should be lucky he wasn't chauffeuring her around in a car as big as a limousine, even if the sedan was a sedan-style Aston Martin.
Once she found a comfortable position for her ass, which was mostly tilted on her side, she drummed her fingers, agitated as the minutes went by and it was getting later and later in getting her to work. She bit her tongue to stop herself from telling him to drive faster. It was wrong to make her emergency his priority. Besides, she had already set the record for the latest person to arrive at work.
Karl kept her entertained with stories about his six children and eleven grandchildren. He was funny, such a proud dad and granddad, and just an overall nice man. So was Alice, which made Kensley wonder how such nice people could work for such a sadistic man. That thought bounced straight off a grimace she made when she had to shift sides to ease the hot throb on her butt.
In return, Kensley told him about her grandparents, her grandmother's illness, and how her grandfather did everything he could for her. She couldn't mess this up with Hunter. She couldn't live through the devastation if her grandparents had to move out of their beloved home at Everry Place and the whole building was reduced to dust. Hunter had complete power, but only if she failed. She had never failed at anything before. And she wasn't going to start now either.
Back from her internal pep talk, she glanced out the window.
“I’m sorry, Karl. But I don’t think this is the way to the office. I work at High Cloud. It’s on 7th. I’m so sorry, but please, can you drive me there?”
“Are you sure, Ms. Reid?”
“Yes, very much so. That’s where I want to go.” She frowned. What a strange thing to ask. Obviously, she knew where she worked. Why would he question that?
