Chapter 12 | In Every Aspect
“Did you like your dress?” I heard Theo by the door, but I remained calm. In fact, I was ready for his presence. I had to put it all behind me. I needed a fresh start, no matter how much it hurt to see him.
“Yes,” I sighed and turned to face him. I watched as his eyes immediately dropped to the charm that rested on my chest, his golden rose and its blood red teardrop gem, stone cold and rigid in form. “I did.”
“I’m glad you can still… appreciate the nostalgia.” He slowly sat down, his eyes still on the necklace.
“Nostalgia’s not the factor I appreciated most. It’s the fact that it was a gift from Alex,” I stated plainly as I pulled my hair out of its bun and loosened the waves over my shoulders and chest. With my locks covering my necklace, Theo’s eyes averted to mine, which were ready to take on whatever storm he means to send my way.
“Yes, about that,” he leaned in with a smirk, “You’re not planning on sticking around with him, are you?”
“Yes, I do, Theo,” I pursed my lips, wondering what he could possibly want from me.
“You do realize what kind of position this puts us in, right?” He pulled on a ball at the end of my Newton’s Cradle, letting it swing and hit its neighbor.
“What are you talking about?” I watched as the energy of his mere fingers lead to the rhythmic consequence of my belonging. What I hated most about it was that it was seemingly perpetual, like the nightmares I’ve had of him.
“We both know that if Alex knew our past, things would come to a screeching halt,” he spoke confidently.
“What do you want?” The words were wedged out of my aggressive teeth.
He stood up and bent over the table, resting over one hand while the other reached for my chin, cupping it tenderly. “You’re too deep in lies to get to have that tone with me.”
I closed my eyes briefly and took a deep breath, calming my nerves and slowly unballing my fists. When I finally opened my eyes, I found him gaping at me. I almost laughed.
“Fine, Theo. What is it exactly that you want?” I spoke through my teeth.
“Meet me at my place,” he commanded as he scribbled on the back of his business card, “Today immediately after work.”
Speechless, I watched as he stood up and walked out of my office without saying another word. The card he left had an address on it. His.
After work, I swung home to change into my least revealing clothes, a loose t-shirt and a comfy pair of jeans. I thought it would be smart to reduce my allure as much as possible. Thoughts raced through my mind constantly as I made my way over to the address he had given me, and the worst one rang in front of my head.
What if he wanted sex? What if he really wanted sex? What would I do?
My spine ran cold from the chill that shook me to the core, leaving me shivering in my seat as my quivering lip read the numbers to each house under my breath. My hands were soaked in sweat as they gripped tightly at the steering wheel. I really needed to get ahold of myself.
“Took you long enough,” he greeted me coldly as he took a step to the side for me to enter the palace of a home of his. “Here.” He handed me a pair of rubber gloves along with a lacy maid outfit.
I blinked at the things he had just shoved into my hands and waited for him to explain. I don’t recall Theo ever having a kink for maid and master roleplay, but perhaps time has changed his preferences. In my mind, I was still hoping there wouldn’t be any foul play tonight.
While I had maintained my balance between my nighttime job and my relationship with Alex, there was not enough money in the world to make me give myself to Theo again. Not after what we had been through.
“Don’t look so scared. This isn’t for sex. I want you to clean my house.”
“You want me to…” I lifted a brow at him, “be your maid?”
“Why?” I glanced down at the full maid uniform, rubber gloves, and bag of cleaning supplies.
“Sara and I haven’t hired a maid yet and she works late.”
“And what about Sara? Wouldn’t she be asking questions?” My eyes darted at the gigantic wedding photo hung over their fireplace. They both had looked so happy.
“Aren’t you listening? I said she works late. Just go get changed and get started.”
My expression blank, I took slow steps toward the hallway, where I’m sure I’d find a bathroom, but then I turned around glaring at him, “None of this makes any sense!”
“It doesn’t have to. I have something over you and I want you to clean my house. It’s pretty simple. Did you turn stupid over the past few years?”
“I’m smart enough to see how much of an ass you are,” I muttered as walked away.
Scrubbing the toilet had never been my favorite chore, but I’ve always tolerated doing it for the sake of my own hygiene. This was a new low for me, scrubbing someone else’s toilet and doing it in a skirt short enough to preview my goods for the world.
Frustrated, I groaned and turned my head to see Theo standing by the door, leaning against the frame. His devilish handsomeness was complemented by his devious smirk and sinful eyes. He was clearly attracted to me; I knew that look from long ago.
“What exactly is the point of all this?” My scream echoed the walls as I threw my hands in the air in anger. He watched me with bemused eyes as I got up on my feet to face him with a death glare.
“Because I want you,” he paused, clearly with purpose as he leaned in really close, so close that our noses were an inch apart, “to know full well that you are mine.”
I swallowed hard, keeping calm, but failing miserably.
“In every aspect,” he finished, and my mind went blank.
“Do you always have to be looking for new customers?” He waited for me to get settled into the passenger seat before slamming the door on my side.
“What are you even talking about? He was your friend and he was just being polite,” I argued back as he slid into his driver seat.
The entire drive home, I couldn’t stop rolling my eyes in frustration. It was odd, really, but I had been noticing a shift in Theo’s behavior lately. A month ago, he had introduced me to his family as his girlfriend, of course, explaining to me that this was sort of on the menu for what I do. The girlfriend experience.
I was told nothing would change. He was still just a customer, one who benefited in his business relations when he chose to introduce me to any of his friends. Yet, three weeks ago, he started buying me an unbelievably large bouquet of deep red roses every time we had an appointment. His touch was much more tender than my other clients, much more personal and passionate.
Two weeks ago, I received a text from him and I felt my stomach flip. It was as if I was back in high school, flirting with my first crush. He was getting sweeter and I couldn’t resist his charms.
“Valerie,” he sighed as he opened my door to let me out into the cool evening air. The streetlamps flickered under the hazy night sky and I heard several sounds coming from the various apartments above in the worn out building where I resided.
“I wasn’t flirting,” I frowned at him as he stood towering over me, pressing me against his car door.
“I know, I’m sorry.” He opened his mouth, about to say something, but then closed it again.
“What is it?” I urged him to spill.
“I know you have this business and you’re living comfortably making your own money, but…” He ran his fingers into my hair and rested his warm palm against my temple. Slowly, he pressed his lips on my forehead, a kiss I leaned into with eyes shut tight just to feel the gentleness he offered me as if holding a delicate glass sculpture. “One of these days, Valerie, I’m going to make you mine.”
“At the risk of sounding less than classy, you know you’ve already made me yours for the night with that deposit earlier.” We both chuckled.
“I meant I want you mine the same way that I am yours.”
“And what way is that?” I tilted my head curiously as a smile curved my lips.
“In every aspect. Body, heart, and soul.” With that, he pulled me into a kiss I knew I’d remember forever.