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again.”
“That’s understandable. The impression I get is Mummy dearest won’t be too pleased if the help is helping themselves to her sixteen-year-old daughter.”
“Please, she’d be more upset over losing the employee or being sued or something.”
“It just surprises me that Drake’s crossed that line. After Brett kissed me last night, Drake kept—”
“Wait, you made out with Brett? Like ‘life is not a game, I’m so serious all the time’ Brett?”
I feel myself blush. “Yeah. Right before Drake held a gun to my head.” I laugh. Sasha looks shocked.
I tell her all the events of the last two days—the PI, the house, the coffee shop, the club, everything. She’s in hysterics by the end of my story.
“That’s so not fair. I miss out on all the fun.”
“I can tell you that being cornered by two guys in a dark alley was not fun. You might do well to learn from that lesson—don’t impulsively agree to go home with a guy you meet in a bar.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” she says with a smile. “Come on, let’s get up and go out for breakfast. Mum said you probably need some clothes, so I’ve bought a heap of my old stuff down for you.”
“Thanks.”
“I’m just going to run upstairs and get dressed, and I’ll meet you out front in ten,” she says, rushing out the door.
It’s only taken me fifteen minutes and one conversation to fall in love with my sister.
***
After dressing, I go to the bathroom to brush my teeth. Only, when I reach the bathroom, my new toothbrush is missing. I’m sure I left it in here. Am I in the right bathroom? The toothpaste and the makeup remover are still in here. Where did my toothbrush go?
I look on the floor, in the bathroom cabinet, everywhere, but I can’t find it. Maybe I took it back with me to my room? Maybe I was drunker than I thought.
Outside of the bathroom, Brett’s waiting for me. His presence makes me jump.
“I’m not that scary, am I?” he says, smirking.
“Why are you waiting for me outside my bathroom?
“Like I told you last night. You’re one of them now. Drake and I are going to be stuck to you like glue.”
“Great,” I mumble.
Brett just laughs and shakes his head. “Great, two Sashas.”
“Hey, umm, can I use a phone before we go? I need to call my friend, tell him where I am.”
“Come use mine,” he says, leading me to the end of the hallway to his room.
He steps aside so I can walk in. I shuffle into his room, the size of it bringing me to pause. It’s much larger than mine. His gigantic bed makes my single one look even smaller, and his wide screen TV is an addition I don’t even have in my room. French doors open out to the pool area, giving Brett an awesome view of the perfectly maintained grounds.
“Nice room,” I state coolly.
“It’s not bad,” he says with a shrug.
I glare at him. “You’ve been working here too long if you think this room is only okay. You’ve seen the room you put me in, right?”
He smiles. “I was joking. I know I have the best room in this wing. The head of home security usually does.”
“So you’re like Drake’s boss?”
He runs his hand through his hair. “Something like that.”
“Oh,” I say, walking over and sitting on the edge of his bed.
“Uh, didn’t you need the phone?” he asks, pointing over to an old, wooden desk in the corner of the room.
“Oh, yeah. Thanks.” I make my way over to the desk, picking up the phone. “Is it okay if I’m left alone for this?”
He tilts his head to the side and gives me a derisive look. “You know I’d be able to hear you no matter where I go in the house, right?”
“Then don’t listen in.”
“Who are you calling?” he asks, his voice laced with suspicion.
“Declan. Who else would I be calling?”
He shrugs. “I dunno. It could be anyone. It’s my job to know what goes on in this house.” It’s clear he’s not going to let me have a private conversation.
“Fine,
“That’s understandable. The impression I get is Mummy dearest won’t be too pleased if the help is helping themselves to her sixteen-year-old daughter.”
“Please, she’d be more upset over losing the employee or being sued or something.”
“It just surprises me that Drake’s crossed that line. After Brett kissed me last night, Drake kept—”
“Wait, you made out with Brett? Like ‘life is not a game, I’m so serious all the time’ Brett?”
I feel myself blush. “Yeah. Right before Drake held a gun to my head.” I laugh. Sasha looks shocked.
I tell her all the events of the last two days—the PI, the house, the coffee shop, the club, everything. She’s in hysterics by the end of my story.
“That’s so not fair. I miss out on all the fun.”
“I can tell you that being cornered by two guys in a dark alley was not fun. You might do well to learn from that lesson—don’t impulsively agree to go home with a guy you meet in a bar.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” she says with a smile. “Come on, let’s get up and go out for breakfast. Mum said you probably need some clothes, so I’ve bought a heap of my old stuff down for you.”
“Thanks.”
“I’m just going to run upstairs and get dressed, and I’ll meet you out front in ten,” she says, rushing out the door.
It’s only taken me fifteen minutes and one conversation to fall in love with my sister.
***
After dressing, I go to the bathroom to brush my teeth. Only, when I reach the bathroom, my new toothbrush is missing. I’m sure I left it in here. Am I in the right bathroom? The toothpaste and the makeup remover are still in here. Where did my toothbrush go?
I look on the floor, in the bathroom cabinet, everywhere, but I can’t find it. Maybe I took it back with me to my room? Maybe I was drunker than I thought.
Outside of the bathroom, Brett’s waiting for me. His presence makes me jump.
“I’m not that scary, am I?” he says, smirking.
“Why are you waiting for me outside my bathroom?
“Like I told you last night. You’re one of them now. Drake and I are going to be stuck to you like glue.”
“Great,” I mumble.
Brett just laughs and shakes his head. “Great, two Sashas.”
“Hey, umm, can I use a phone before we go? I need to call my friend, tell him where I am.”
“Come use mine,” he says, leading me to the end of the hallway to his room.
He steps aside so I can walk in. I shuffle into his room, the size of it bringing me to pause. It’s much larger than mine. His gigantic bed makes my single one look even smaller, and his wide screen TV is an addition I don’t even have in my room. French doors open out to the pool area, giving Brett an awesome view of the perfectly maintained grounds.
“Nice room,” I state coolly.
“It’s not bad,” he says with a shrug.
I glare at him. “You’ve been working here too long if you think this room is only okay. You’ve seen the room you put me in, right?”
He smiles. “I was joking. I know I have the best room in this wing. The head of home security usually does.”
“So you’re like Drake’s boss?”
He runs his hand through his hair. “Something like that.”
“Oh,” I say, walking over and sitting on the edge of his bed.
“Uh, didn’t you need the phone?” he asks, pointing over to an old, wooden desk in the corner of the room.
“Oh, yeah. Thanks.” I make my way over to the desk, picking up the phone. “Is it okay if I’m left alone for this?”
He tilts his head to the side and gives me a derisive look. “You know I’d be able to hear you no matter where I go in the house, right?”
“Then don’t listen in.”
“Who are you calling?” he asks, his voice laced with suspicion.
“Declan. Who else would I be calling?”
He shrugs. “I dunno. It could be anyone. It’s my job to know what goes on in this house.” It’s clear he’s not going to let me have a private conversation.
“Fine,
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