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would lift to get a glimpse, but I was disappointed. I’m dying to get a glimpse of her plump ass. My mind wonders if she is wearing boy shorts, a thong, or regular panties. I never would have thought my mother would agree to have someone who looked like her living in my house.
Cason was eye fucking her. At first, I thought he was curious about Aura, but the way he acts when I’m giving him shit about her tells me all that I need to know. Cason likes her.
Brian glanced briefly at her, and I know it’s because of Wendy that he didn’t full-blown
gawk at her. When Aura walks into a room, she is totally unaware of the effect she has on guys.
4
Aura
It’s the end of the day, and I dread the three-mile walk to the St. Claire’s house. I can’t say it’s home because I don’t have a home. After my long walk-through mansion road as I call it, I have to work for four hours cleaning the second floor, which includes Kalum’s room and bathroom. I wonder if he is messy or a clean freak.
I’m lost in my thoughts when I open my locker, swinging the metal door open, and do a double take. There, sitting in all its glory, is a cold can of iced tea and a warm sandwich. I lean back slightly over the door of the locker to see if anyone is watching me or to give me a hint of who could have placed the food there but come up empty. It’s just people trying to get their stuff and leave for the day.
I check the lock on the door. Whoever placed the food inside knows how to get in my locker without the code. When I grab the warm sandwich, I notice it’s a melted swiss and turkey sub that has my stomach growling in protest. It smells so good my mouth waters.
Looking at the wrapper, I notice that it’s from a sub place and not the cafeteria, and I wonder if it was Cason. He figured I likedthe iced tea, and I remember him frowning when I had to throw away my lunch because of Jimmy and his immature bullshit.
Closing the locker with a thud, I make my way with the sandwich and iced tea in hand, quickly opening the wrapper and taking the first bite. I outwardly groan at how good and perfect it tastes. It was exactly what I needed.
When I make it out of the parking lot, I see a familiar black Rolls-Royce parked in the student parking lot. The driver quickly exits and gives me a grin.
“Miss Rayne?” he drawls.
I slow my steps and swallow the bite of food I had in my mouth. “Yes.”
“I am here to take you home.” He opens the back passenger door and waits for me to enter the vehicle.
“Oh, I think you are mistaken. I wasn’t waiting to be driven anywhere.”
Who could have called for a driver? I place the can of iced tea under my arm and retrieve my phone to see if I have any missed messages.
When I see there aren’t any, I look up. “I’m sorry, but no one has let me know that they sent you to pick me up.”
He smiles. “I can assure you the St. Claires have requested me to take you home.”
I recognized him from the first time I was taken to the St. Claire’s house, and since the ride is requested from them, I don’t want to argue or give cause for Mr. and Mrs. St. Claire to be upset with me. I slide inside the luxury cabin of the car, and like the first time, the smell of fresh, expensive leather assaults me.
I have never been inside a car so luxurious before meeting the St. Claires and quickly wrap my sandwich up to avoid making a mess in such a beautiful car. My parents always had one car, and it was a used Honda with no leather or any luxurythis vehicle offers. The driver takes us out onto the road, and the ride is short since it’s only three miles long.
I enter the pristine home so over the top with marble floors and expensive vases with an iron accented spiral grand staircase you see in celebrity houses on TV.
I walk up the staircase and enter my room to get ready and clean the second floor like Mrs. St. Claire instructed me to.
After cleaning the hallway bathroom and making sure everything is in place, I look over to a closed door that must be Kalum’s room. Taking a deep breath, I close my eyes briefly and turn the intricate knob, watching the door slowly swing open. My eyes scan the football trophies lining the wall of the massive bedroom.
Looking around, I realize his king-size four-poster bed is unmade. There is a pile of clothes in one corner and a huge mess on a wooden desk that must be where he does his homework.
Walking farther inside, I inhale the scent of his cologne mixed with a scent that is all male. This is what he must smell like up close, and if I’m being honest, it’s attractive. If I compared the scent of Kalum to Marcus, there is just no comparison. Kalum smells expensive and dangerous. Marcus is just, well, Marcus. Typical teenage football player and the star quarterback of Spencer Public High School.
I begin to work stripping the sheets of Kalum’s bed, hoping I don’t find something that will scar me for the rest of my life like a used condom, and place the comforter with sheets in separate piles. Placing my headphones in my ears, I play “24/7” featuring Ella Mai and start singing along as I get to the pillows next.
Swaying my hips, I grab the caddy just outside the door and begin to wipe his nightstand. My brows furrow when I notice a cell phone plugged into the charger. Awareness snakes down my spine, and I realize I’m not alone.
The air in the room has changed, and it’s charged with an energy I can’t place. The smell of clean body wash that matches the scent of cologne assaults me. I turn my head and jolt, dropping the rag in my hand.
I place my hand over my chest and take my headphones off. “You scared me,” I say breathlessly.
