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Once inside the house, she’d ask to use the bathroom, and that’s when she’d try and scope the place out.
Fuck, she had no idea what she was doing.
After she scoped the place out, then what?
She'd cross that bridge when she had no other option. For now, that seemed like a good enough strategy.
She stepped out of the car, and they both groaned a bit. The vehicle belonged to her father. It wasn’t even nice enough to be called vintage.
Checking to see if her phone had actually died—she may be lying about her car breaking down, but a half-truth like her phone being dead for real made her feel better.
Okay, she may have removed the battery. She had to do what she had to do.
Exhaling a tight breath that made her cheeks ripple, she approached the electronic gate and said a prayer.
She pressed the buzzer. Then again. And again.
No. No. No. No.
Someone had to be home. She crossed her fingers and hoped that her luck would change just this once.
The gate opened.
"Hello," Dakota said to the intercom anyway.
"Come up, will you?" an impatient voice said on the other side.
What?
"O… kay," Dakota stammered. "Thank you?"
When the big gates opened all the way, she groaned again when she saw how far she had to walk up the long driveway.
She wasn’t the fittest person around. She would probably die halfway there.
She didn’t die, but she did huff and puff her way up the hill while her life continuously flashed past her with every step she took.
Midway through herheroine’s journeyto nowhere, she removed her thin knit cardigan and stuffed it into her tote. She couldn’t bear the heat any longer.
By the time she reached the door, she had every intention of just crumbling to the ground and begging for water.
She forced herself into standing upright while she held her sides, tried to ease the quivering muscles in her thighs, and get her breathing under control.
But before any of that could happen, the door swung open, and a woman more stunning than Dakota had ever seen in her life stood before her.
"What on earth took you so long?" she barked. "Did you walk up all the way? Whatever happened to your car?"
"It’s… umm…"
"Well, come in. I’m glad you’re early. I can’t take this anymore." Dressed in a skin-tight pencil skirt and jacket, with six-inch heels, and perfect waves in her hair, the woman turned around and carried on walking. The tap of her heels on the marble tile formed a rhythm with the tiny steps she had to take because her skirt was too tight.
Perplexed, Dakota followed her inside the cool, air-conditioned, blindingly clean, glittering white interior of the house.
For a moment, she caught her breath. Her brain eased back into normal functioning, and her muscles only quivered a little bit now.
But that state of nirvana was snapped from her grasp as the woman, quite impatiently beckoned her to follow at a quicker pace.
They stepped into a huge living room, where mayhem and mischief seemed to have exploded.
