Page 11 of Driftwood Daffodil

My brow arched at the older man. He was probably in his early forties and definitely looked better than I did. The black three piece suit he was wearing fit his large frame so well that I wondered if it was made specifically for him.

I questioned every choice I’d ever made when he arched his brow, “Can I help you?”

“Probably not.” Pretty sure I was beyond help at this point.

He sighed, “is there a reason you rang my doorbell?”

I had to lift my chin a little more than normal to meet his gaze, and I almost scoffed at how well his dark hair was styled. This man reeked of money and power.

I just reeked.

“Obviously.” Who would ring a doorbell without a reason? Other than Billy and Kyle. I’d get those little pissants one day. “I’m here for my sister, so if you could run along and fetch her that would be great.”

“Why would your sister be here?”

I was not in the mood for this. There was a perfectly good bed waiting for me at home. “She works here.”

One would think that would’ve been the end of his game of twenty questions, but no.

“Doing what?”

I rolled my eyes, “Does it matter?”

“Yes.”

Things would go easier if I answered his question, but I didn’t like the way he was staring at me. “Why?”

“I don’t like the looks of you.”

Wow, way to kick someone when they were down. News flash asshole, I didn’t like the looks of me either right now.

“Aren’t you pleasant.” I scoffed back at him.

“That depends,” he crossed his arms. “Are you going to answer my question?”

Ugh, fine. I’d answer, but only because it was too bright out here. “She’s a maid. Her name is Veda.”

He eyed me for a second before saying, “why didn’t she drive herself?”

“That’s a fantastic question, why don’t you go ask her?” And what business was it of his?

Who the hell cared how she got to work as long as she got there.

I waited for him to move but he just stood there glowering at me while the afternoon breeze tickled the back of my legs, reigniting the nausea churning in my stomach.

God damnit Nova, don’t throw up. Then again…

Weighing my options, I eyed his crisp, clean suit. How quick would he move if I hurled chunks all over that expensive looking fabric.

His head tipped a touch to the side, “I’m not sureyoushould be driving.”

Well I didn’t ask for your opinion.

“See, I see your lips flapping, but I don’t see your legs moving to go and get my sister.”

That made both his brows rise. “Do you know who you’re talking to?”

“Yeah,” that was obvious. “you’re the guy preventing me from crawling back into bed and dying. So if you don’t mind…” my fingers made a run along motion.

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