“Lizzieeee!!!”, I squealed through the phone.
“Yes baby”, Lizzie answered. I’m sure she was puzzled. ”Come over”, I said blandly, dropping the call.
About thirty minutes later, Lizzie came in. I was lying on the couch, eating ice cream. She rushed towards me, looking concerned. ”Are you okay? Ice cream is a code for deception, right?”, she asked, touching my forehead. ”Lizzie-“, I started but she interrupted me. ”Shush! I know you’re hurt and I’m really sorry. I had no idea… I thought he was just gonna see you and offer to give you the job. Mon dieu, quel con!” (My god, what a stupid man!)
“Lizzie”, I laughed. She was getting really worked up over nothing. ”C’est vraiment un imbécile de la pure espèce! Je vais lui dire ce que je pense vraiment de lui!”, she fumed, making me burst into laughter (He’s really a fool of the highest order. I’m going to tell him what I really think of him) She looked and angrily and said, “It’s not funny, Gisele”
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then we ate ice cream while she gave me tips on how to seduce a billionaire. ”You should be cla**y but not too much. He might think you’re a prude. Smile pretty much all the time. Compliment
with her, then forced her to help me pack.
I mean Slate! What are you doing here?”, I asked bewildered, not even thinking that I was being impolite. He smiled, “I was free today, so I decided to pick you up instead” I smiled in return. He really was a nice guy. He was the head of a multimillionaire corporation and he had made time just to help me move in. ”What will you do about your furniture”, he asked me when I finally let him in. I looked at the sofa that also served as a bed, the scruffy low table and the desk that housed my books and cringed. I tried to see it through the eyes of a billionaire and it really did not look good. Since the furniture didn’t belong to me, I wasn’t going to do anything about it. ”Nothing sir. It doesn’t belong to me”, I replied. He nodded, looking around thoughtfully. ”Slate”, he said abruptly. ”Huh?”, I asked, confused. ”Slate. I told you to call me Slate”, he repeated with a smirk. ”Oh sorry”, I said, blushing even more. Sometimes I really hated my quick-to-blush skin. ”Next time you slip, I just might have to punish you”, he said, smirking even more broadly. ”Punish me?”, I asked, not sure I wanted to know what he meant by that, my cheeks heating up more. I had discovered that the extent to which I could blush was unlimited, thanks to Mr. Hendrick. ”Punish you”, he repeated cryptically with a smirk. I’m sure I looked like a tomato, so I turned my face and put my hands to my cheeks. I heard him laugh lightly and I was mesmerized. The sound was beautiful. It was deep but not too deep, just perfect. ”Where are your bags?”, he asked, and I gestured towards my clothes that were packed in three bags and my books in two crates. I looked over to Mr. Hendrick, who was already walking towards the bags. As I wanted to pick up a bag, he stopped me with a glare. I had noticed something about Mr. Hendrick. He could say anything with just a look. When I tried to justify my actions, he raised his eyebrows, making me shut up for good. Finally, Mr. Hendrick had stacked everything in his car, a luxury SUV, and we were good to go. The first part of the drive was a bit awkward though it did not last long. I was silent, lost in my thoughts, when Mr. Hendrick
is from Texas”, I answered, still looking out of the window. I really didn’t feel like talking about my family at that moment. ”And you’ve lived here all your life?”, he asked, wanting to keep the conversation going, not realizing my current mood. ”No Slate. I moved here with my parents when I was
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you’re the one in possession of my file”, I said, jokingly, trying to lighten the mood, but he took my question seriously and was silent until I said, “I was joking” He let out a huge sigh of relief and we started laughing along with each other. “You should
asked, impressed, raising my eyebrows. ”Je fais de mon mieux”, he replied, making me giggle and clap. He spoke quite well and his French did not have an accent. He bowed, making me laugh even harder, before going on to show me where I was going to be sleeping. We went upstairs and he opened the door to a beautiful and huge room. It was decorated with mostly pastels and I’m sure the bed was a queen. This room could fit my former apartment in
room. ”I hope you like
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