His house was really beautiful and Rose was trying her best not to gawk at the high ceilings and stare like some tourist. She was less nervous now and more comfortable to observe her surroundings unlike when she had first stepped in to the mansion.
It looked like it had about four floors and they were currently on the second floor, so she expected that they would climb up the stairs in order to get to the penthouse. But Wayne walked to a corner and Rose noticed an elevator which she had not seen before.Why didn’t the staff just tell me there was an elevator when I first got here? Why did they make climb all those stairs while wearing those boots? Maybe they just wanted to see me suffer, Rose thought.But her questions were soon answered as Wayne bent down when he got to the elevator and waited for a scanner to scan his right eyeball. The elevator doors opened with a ding and he waited for her to enter, she did and he followed after.“This elevatWayne had certainly not expected her to be this enthusiastic about cooking. Did she just crack her knuckles? He quickly handed her an apron from the drawer; because he had the feeling that he did not want her to ask him for it again. It was the kind that had an opening to go around your neck, so it covered your chest to almost your knees when you put it on.“You can be my assistant if you want,” Rose offered as she tied the apron around her waist. She made it sound like it was some sort of honor she had bestowed upon him.Alright I’ll bite, he thought with a grin. It was not like he had any other plans for his birthday, so why not spend the last hours of it as a cooking assistant to a stripper named Cinnamon? He got another apron for himself from the drawer and tied it around his waist as well.He stood and waited for further instructions from his teacher.“What ingredients do you have? Any suggestions on wh
Winifred Crest was terribly embarrassed as she walked into the lobby of The Ruby Tulip Hotel. She was only in town for a few days and felt like staying in a hotel instead of her place in Manhattan. Wayne’s bodyguards had dropped her off like a discarded tissue a couple of minutes ago. Her hair was wildly tousled and her makeup was streaked across her face from all the tossing around while she had been carried out.She was certainly a sight for sore eyes and she noticed the way the receptionist’s eyes widened when she approached the desk for her room key. The receptionist was a nice looking woman and seemed to be around twenty seven years old, which would make her just a year older than Winifred.She tried to hide the shock on her face as she smiled, but Winifred had already seen it and that made her angrier than ever,Oh, little Miss Polite and Sweet must be so happy to see me back here, Winifred thought in annoyance as she recalled the conversat
Rose was looking at Wayne and she could not figure out what he was thinking so she needed him to say something. The underlying theme of the night had been “Things do not go as planned,” and it had stayed true to itself.Rose had thought about so many different versions of how this night could turn out ever since Jessica had convinced her to do this. She had imagined that she would go there and manage to put on half a decent show and would be home free.She had also considered the fact that she could go there and mess up so bad that he would kick her out and swear to never hire Cinnamon again. She had also thought about, what if she got to the mansion and one of Wayne’s friends instantly recognized the fact that she was not actually Cinnamon?Sure she had worn the cat woman mask and her face was not clearly seen, but she was sure someone who had seen Jessica before would notice if she had grown several inches taller. She had even considered the fact that sh
Rose was surprised to hear Wayne ask that question, it was to be expected if she was being rational about it. But, she didn't think he would go down that road and she wished he had asked any other question but this one."Why do you ask?" Rose said as she tried to stall for time so she could gather her thoughts.Was she really going to be honest with him about this? Did she have to? She could lie about to him and he would never know the truth. He definitely was not going to see her again so was there any harm in being untruthful? But could she really do that to him? He had been understandable all night. He had allowed her bathe, wear his clothes and had even fed her; all that had never been in the arrangement. Even if he had felt bad about what Winifred had done to her, he could have sent her off after her shower with a huge tip, but he had taken care of her. The only thing he had asked for in return was her honesty; so her conscience o
Rose was glad that Wayne did not think badly of her like he did Winifred. It was completely rational for him to do so but for some reason, he had decided to look past that. Was it because he was the one she had been cheating with and he did not mind if roles were reversed; where he was the one getting some sugar.But her conscience was really bugging her and she felt like she owed him some kind of explanation.“I’m usually not like that and I don’t do things that way, the circumstances just got to me. It might seem like some sort of cliché but that’s really the truth. It has not been so easy for me emotionally since Victor left and I broke down for a second when I was with you.I let my walls down and did something which I should not have; the whole situation got the best of me. But I’m not going to act like I had no choice; I made the decision to allow what happened.While it was not the best decision, I do not regret what happened, I n
Rose felt a tingle go through her when Wayne gently tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. She was going to thank him when she noticed the way he was staring at her lips; it looked like he wanted to taste them.“Um Wayne?”"Well, what are you waiting for? Try them on already so we can see if I was right about them being your size." He said as he quickly sat on the arm of the chair, which was right next to her. Enough had happened between them for now so there was no need to rush her."Alright already, I will try them on so you can get off my back," Rose said playfully.She slipped her feet in and the slippers were perfectly her size. Wayne had an "I told you so" smirk plastered on his face.They were really nice slippers and her feet looked absolutely cute in them. She stepped up and walked around a bit, they didn't hurt her feet in any way."These are really pretty Wayne. I will make sure to return them and the clothe
Rose was a little surprised with the way Wayne had just given her a quick hug and then dismissed her. She kept watching him as he walked away because she expected him to turn around and show that he was just teasing her or something. But he never did and he eventually walked through a door and disappeared.I guess this is where the fairytale ends, the clock has struck twelve and everything is back to normal. I wonder if we will ever meet in public. If we did, would he act like he doesn't know who I am? Maybe he wouldn't have to act like it; he probably won't remember what I look like.It was sad to see this night come to an end and there was nothing she could do about it, but she certainly was not going to forget it in a hurry. When next was she going to visit a mansion and have dinner with a billionaire?"Umm, excuse me Miss. If you could kindly follow me now…" The maid said cautiously as Rose turned to her in surprise.She had honestly forgotten
As soon as Rose walked into her apartment, she took off all Wayne’s clothes and collapsed on her bed. She had carefully folded them and set them on a chair, just because she was dead tired did not mean she was going to just toss them on the floor like trash. She could not remember the last time she was this tired and her head was banging so loud; it probably had something to do with the bottle of scotch which she had befriended earlier. She was going to have a killer hangover when she woke up and was just glad that she had no work in the morning.The guys at work would absolutely love it if she showed up to work looking like crap. They already did not value her presence at the company, and they would certainly be glad to see her in that kind of state. She had been due for a promotion for more than a year now; she was hardworking and diligent in all her projects.But, she was yet to get the promotion she so rightly deserved. Guys who had been employed befo