The Ugly Girlfriend(6)
With a comforting nod, she passed him the service documents.
Chapter Three
LaToya looked at the scale and cursed. Four more pounds? Ridiculous! Stepping down, she slipped on her robe and moped into the kitchen. What should she fix for breakfast? She wanted scrambled eggs and bacon, butter-covered pancakes and coffee, but she settled for dry toast and a boiled egg. It was enough to make her gag. Losing weight was like trying to get laid, virtually impossible for her.
Loading into her car after she was fully dressed, she pulled out of her garage and dropped the top to her Mini-Cooper. Ah, there are some joys to life, she thought. The dry wind blew through her curly, long braids, and the sun soaked into her skin, making her feel alive. Hidden behind black shades, she turned up Erica Badu on her radio and sang along in a horrible octave that made her laugh.
At the stop light, she glanced over to the passenger seat and eyed the black bag. In it were her dreaded running shoes and workout clothes. It sat there every day, and nearly every day it went untouched. But today, she planned to use it as soon as she finished the O’Keefe house. There was something in the air, something that made her feel good, and she was going to channel that energy into a workout that would burn some calories and shrink her waist. But first, she was headed to the see the Irishman.
Three weeks had passed, and the clean up was going quite well. Mitch didn’t lie when he said that he worked a lot. With his son always gone and his mind focused on some major project that had him locked inside his bedroom, the house was mostly empty.
Normally, she would come in mid-day, turn on the television and watch soaps while she cleaned or listen to audio books on her I-phone. In fact, she was close to dropping him down to one hour three times a week, so that she could fit in another client to ease the workload on her other staff.
When she arrived to the house, as usual the place was empty. Putting away the keys, she set down the cleaning baskets and turned off the alarm.
“Mitch?” she called out. “Are you here?”
There was no answer.
Feeling extra giddy, she decided against watching soaps today. Instead, she slipped her buds into her ears and pushed play. She would settle for listening to her newest crime novel while she worked. At the moment, she was craving action and adventure. The Medlov Crime Family series would fit her need perfectly.
Setting her watch to a timer of exactly 60 minutes, she picked the baskets back up and headed to the living room to start there and work her way through the house.
Evidently, Mitch had been in the scotch again, because there was a lonely half-filled tumbler by a chair in the corner across from the fireplace next to a book about winning in the workplace. Picking up the glass, she thought about her scale and the black bag. If she walked from one part of the house to the kitchen every time that she found a dish, could that be considered exercise?
Convinced that it could, she turned and headed to the kitchen. As the woman’s voice in her ears spoke of dead bodies on the floor of an office building found by a security officer, she walked through the corridor into the kitchen and headed straight to the sink. Placing the glass beside a pile of dirty dishes left since after her last visit, she stopped and wondered if Mitch ever cleaned for himself. It would be a complete miracle to come in and not find coffee cups everywhere. Too engulfed in her thoughts to see, she didn’t even notice there was someone in the room with her.
Turning around, she screamed a loud yelp when she saw Mitch leaning over in the refrigerator. He appeared soaking wet with a towel wrapped firmly around his lower waist, revealing rippling muscles that tore out of his abdomen.
Startled by her as well, he jumped up from his leaning position as his towel fell down to the tile floor, pooling around his ankles.
It couldn’t have been in slower motion for LaToya. Her reaction to turn her head was stopped by her need to pull the ear buds from her ears. The woman’s voice was adding to her complete confusion.
“Oh my, I’m so sorry,” she said, covering her eyes finally and looking away. She nodded her head profusely and batted her eyes.
“I didn’t...know you were here.” He scrambled to the ground and quickly retrieved his white towel. With trembling fingers, he wrapped himself again as he walked. “So very sorry, Latoya!” His voice drifted off as he walked fast down the hall. She could hear his feet as they moved, patting against the tile.
Leaning against the counter, she shook her head. The pump of her blood through her veins pounded in her ears. The replay in her mind made her buck her eyes. What in the hell was that? Who knew that Mitch had a package like that? Muscles everywhere. A penis the size of... a package of cookie dough. Wow, he was beautiful. She nodded her head again. And he was deaf. How could he not hear her screaming his name earlier?