Page 6 of Kaede
Who does that?
“I thought I would be staying here for a while and I don’t like… dirt.” Her voice makes me turn.
I step back and motion at the level of crazy this woman might be. “Alphabetized?”
“Now you can find what you need when you need it at a glance. Allspice. Cumin.” She lifts it. “Basil. Thyme.” She points. “Easy-peasy.”
I shake my head. First, she invades my home and then she takes to making it hers? Who does she think she is? As adorable as I might think she looks, I’m not thrilled with her actions and no amount of furry pink teddy is going to make up for this.
She struggles with her suitcase and I don’t know if I should help her or just watch her walk away. The thought of the latter makes me a little grumpy. Her presence makes me feel things I haven’t before. And it’s not annoyed or frustrated. I’m fascinated by her. Truly intrigued.
“Do you want some help with that?”
“No, thank you. I got it in here just fine.”
The suitcase is as big as I am.
“Just how long were you planning to stay here?” I walk alongside as she acts like the Hunchback of Notre Dame with how she’s lugging it along.
“Four nights.”
I hang back as she waddles with the suitcase between her legs, her leggings doing fantastic things to showcase her ass.
My cock wants to make himself known, but I try to concentrate on what’s happening in front of me, not inside of me.Down boy.
“And you brought a suitcase the size of a VW Bug forfivedays? I’d barely need a backpack.”
“On that note. I’m done here. It was nice cleaning your house for you. Bye, Kaede.”
The front door closes and the silence is oddly… thunderous. Her joyful laughs and snarky snips are missing.
I slip to the front window, being careful not to let her see me. She struggles in the couple of inches of snow and her boots slip a little. I flip on the outside light and it creates sparkles on the new snow.
Just go help her. You know you want to.
That voice in my head, the one that’s been gone since I moved in here —the one who spoke when I was in danger— is back, and I don’t like him. He’s bossy. Kind of like the pint-sized woman outside. But I don’t understand what kind of danger I’m in right now.
She almost takes a tumble and her purse goes flying.
“Jesus, woman, you’re going to get hurt.” I grab my muck boots and I’m at her side in less than thirty seconds. “Let me help you.”
“If you insist.” She seems to welcome the help with very little resistance, and I wonder if I’ve been played like a chump.
“Seems if I want you gone, and before tomorrow, I need to.” I lift the suitcase. “What the hell do you have in here?”
“Just shoes and clothing.”
“How many pairs of shoes?”
“That’s for me to know and you to never find out.”
I chuckle. “Five?”
Her face stays still.
“Ten?” One eyebrow goes up.
She puts her hands on her waist, cinching in her wool coat until it flares out.
