immediately dropped. I felt my body shudder as I realized I was late for breakfast,
but if that were true, why wasn’t I bent over Darren’s lap at the moment? He must
be letting me sleep in for once; at least, I hoped.
Trying to calm my racing heartbeat, I headed into the bathroom for a quick
shower. Wrapping the towel around my still dripping body, I went into the closet to
see if my wardrobe had changed to more favorable outfits. They somewhat had. I
found a shit ton of fleece-lined leggings, some black, gray, dark purple, and
burgundy, along with a bunch of sweater dresses, some shorter than others, some
that hung off the shoulders, and some thicker and heavier than others were. To my
surprise, I saw mostly black, gray, forest green, dark red, purple, and blue—not
much pink at all. I even found workout clothing for me without a single skort in
sight. Now, this was more like it.
I also found thick thigh-high wool-lined socks, along with hats, gloves, coats,
and scarfs of all colors and designs. Most of the shoes at my disposal were knee-
high boots, either riding style or snow boots, but some were high heeled, and some
were actual slippers. The only thing I didn’t find in that closet were panties. No
thongs, no nothing. Just bras. Maybe it was his compromise for the leggings.
Selecting a black pair of leggings, a long gray sweater, and black riding boots, I
got dressed quickly, dried and flat ironed my hair, and headed out, but as I opened
the door, a wall of a human stood in my way. Upon hearing the door open, the wall
turned around to reveal two men; one with short dark hair, a clean-shaven face,
and the same type of sunglasses Clive and Owen usually wore, only these were
much dimmer. The other had shaggy blond hair with a little bit of fuzz on his face.
They both wore heavy black turtlenecks and black pants, and they were both so
muscled, I thought their sweaters were going to pop open. The dark-haired guy
actually kind of looked a little like John Cena with all that bulk.
“Romero and Alex, I presume?” I asked politely. “Or should I just refer to you
guys as ‘Thing 1 and Thing 2’?”
They both turned around like swinging doors from the Wild, Wild West, fresh
smirks on their faces.
“Who’s who?” I asked.
“Romero,” the dark-haired one said and pointed at the other. “Alex.”
Alex nodded in acknowledgment.
I crossed my arms. “So you guys are the new temporary babysitters?”
Romero smirked. “Looks like it, pipsqueak.”
I tilted my head in shock before responding. “Best of luck, then.”
Both of their smiles practically stretched all the way to their eyes.
“I’m supposed to go to the dining room for breakfast, but I don’t know where
that is,” I said.
“This way,” Romero replied with a nod, and I proceeded to follow him down the
hall while Alex walked behind me. I tried to look and walk as cooperative as
possible so they wouldn’t be suspicious of anything. I was sure Darren warned them
of my so-called “tricks,” but hey, I was just keeping them on their toes. Someone
had to entertain me around here, and it certainly wasn’t going to be Darren.
Romero was tall, but not as tall as Darren was. Though his stride was just as fast,
it still allowed for me to keep up with him easily. Alex lacked only a few inches, but
he was still a big motherfucker.
Romero led me through the house, which contained several windows at every
turn, giving the house access to as much natural light as the space would allow. It
was definitely the most luxurious cabin I’d ever seen. The dining room was toward
the back of the house, surrounded by walls of windows and showing off the most
beautiful view of the winter wonderland outside.
“Take a seat. I’ll alert the staff,” Romero said and walked through the swinging
door to the kitchen. Alex stood off to the side quietly watching me. I sat down at the
table that allowed me the best view of the outdoors and waited only a few moments
before Romero returned with a young woman at his side.
“Good morning, miss. What would you like for breakfast?” she asked me
politely. She had dark brown hair twisted into a tight bun behind her head just
above her neck and wore a simple black dress with black flats. She was pretty and
had a nice smile. I hated that I found myself instantly liking her.
I thought for a moment about what I wanted, but there was only one true answer
to give.
“Strawberry crepes?” I asked, hoping that was an available option. Darren said I
could order whatever I wanted, which was a first, so I’d be taking advantage.
She nodded. “Of course. Anything else?”
“And a bowl of raspberries, please.”
She nodded again. “I will inform the chef. Would you prefer coffee or tea?”
“Tea, please.
