Not wasting any time, I open the door and step out into a bustling kitchen. A butler that is cooking stops stirring the pot of noodles and stares at me. "What are you doing?"
The other one cutting onions at the large marble island that jets out in the middle of the room turns and drops the knife that luckily doesn't land on her hand. "How did you get in here?"
The kitchen is grand just like the rest of the place and bigger than my apartment. Wow, I don't understand the point of the vastness of this place. "Sorry, I got lost."
"I didn't even see you walk in here." The one at the stove takes the spoon from the pot and points it at me.
"Yeah, it was a training exercise." What else can I say to that? That's pretty much the truth so I'm not lying. I head toward an exit ready to get the hell away from here. My hatred for this place continues to grow with every single visit.
"Where do you think you're going now?" The one that was cutting the onion walks toward me.
My eyes burn from the scent from her hands. Holy crap. How many onions has she cut? She could be a lethal weapon with just her hands right now. "Uh... I'm heading home. Luke said I was done."
Her eyes widen and she shakes her head. "It's pathetic you're on a first name basis with him, but yet you're walking out to the chicken coop."
They have chickens here? Holy shit. There is so much I don't know about this place. "Yeah, well. It was a test. You passed." I turn on my heels and march out the other door. I've got to get out of this place and fast.
When I get in my car, I let out a breath that I've been holding for who knows how long. I can't believe today has taken so many turns. But learning I can transport was the most useful piece of information I've learned in a while.
As I turn into the apartment complex, I glance at the time. Shit, Charlie will be here any minute. I want to at least change out of these clothes I sweated in earlier. I bet I smell lovely.
Rushing, I jog up the stairs and run to my door. After I walk into my apartment, I slam the door shut and grab some clean clothes. As I pull my shirt off my body, the stench hits my nose. There is no way just changing is going to work. I'm going to have to take a quick shower.
I kick off my pants and take my clothes and towel in the bathroom with me. I turn the water on and jump in. Not wasting any time, I scrub my hair and body clean, then rinse off. After drying, I slip on my clean yoga pants and tank top and brush my hair. At least I don't smell like five-day-old cheese anymore.
At the thought of cheese, my stomach growls. Ugh, speaking of food, what am I going to make for dinner? I head into the kitchen and look in the cabinets and small pantry. There isn't anything there.
It's not like I can be super surprised at this point. I haven't been to the grocery store in weeks and I never buy a ton of stuff at once. I guess that leads me to my old fail-safe. I grab my phone and dial the local pizza place.
"Hello, this is George. Will this be pick up or delivery?" The normal worker picks up the phone and there is typing in the background.
"Oh, yes. Can I get my usual?" He always knows my address and order. It's kind of sad, but it saves time.
"Uh... sure?" He pauses for a moment and then clears his throat. "Can you please give me your address and order?"
What the hell? I've been gone just a little over two weeks and he's already forgotten me. I give him the information and hang up the phone. Figures. What a freaking guy.
A loud knock at the door tears me away from my vile thoughts. I stomp over to the door and yank it open.
Charlie's eyebrows rise and the corners of his mouth raise a tiny bit. "Hey, what's wrong with you?"
I close my eyes and shake my head. "Nothing. Everything's fine."
He slides inside. "After that, I know that's not true. What's got you annoyed?"
It's so stupid, but he's not going to let it go. I shut the door and glance at the ground. "The pizza guy forgot my order."
"And that's why you're upset?" Charlie chuckles and grabs my hand, pulling me to him. "I'm sure he didn't mean anything by it." His chest shakes under my hands. "He just has a lot of people calling him. I'm sure he was just having an off day."
Now I just want to drop it. It's stupid, but things like that remind me I was stupid to think I could go away. "No, I'm being silly. How was your day?"
"Miserable." He moves his hand under my chin and tilts my face up. "I was worried about you. Did you find someone to train you? You never answered my texts this afternoon."
"I didn't even know you texted me. I'm sorry." I bet he was worried. "I was tied up all day. But yes, I found someone to train me and he gave me my first lesson."
"Good, that's why I was trying not to worry." He leans down and kisses my lips. "How did it go? I see you took a shower so I'm taking that as a good sign." He touches my wet hair with his fingertips.
"If you mean, did he kick my ass, then yes." But that
