“No, I can manage just fine on my own,” I muttered. I wasn’t fine, but it wasn’t like she really cared so what was the point in giving up my pride.
“Please, you’ll be working at a strip club soon if you don’t get your act together. We heard about you sleeping with Evan’s friends along with your boss. You need to think about our family name.”
“I didn’t sleep with anyone. I’m so glad you believe strangers. Evan is an asshole and I’m not interested in your help. I can manage without you two.”
“Well think about it,” she said. “I’ve got to let you go. Your father and I have a dinner date to go to right now.”
She didn’t even say bye before hanging up the phone. Why I bothered was beyond me. She wasn’t the loving mother; she was more like the “show me off” mom. If she couldn’t show me off I was useless. I got up and grabbed the opened bag of chips and a can of pop and jumped back on my favorite site. I looked for more information on the Grey family, but I couldn’t find any images or anything on them. They kept a really low profile. Even with their avoidance usually there was some picture out there.
The next morning, I looked out the window and there was a limo idling outside my apartment. There was a muscular beast of a man leaning on the limo looking up at my window. I flushed with embarrassment and pulled away from the window. I tightened my robe and went to make coffee when there was a knock at my door.
I looked through the peephole to see a very well dressed and perfectly built couple. I opened the door to let them know they were in the wrong place, but something about their eyes was familiar. They were tailored in expensive suits and I wondered if Evan had made up some more stories and the feds were after me.
“Miss Catherine Kinney?” the long legged beauty asked. She had to be at least five eight and her hair was platinum blonde wrapped in a tight bun and not a hair out of place. Her facial structure was model perfect without the photo editing. I gripped my robe tighter, feeling uncomfortable with my normal person look.
“Yes, how may I help you?” I responded suspiciously as I looked back and forth between the two. He was even bigger than the guy standing by the limo.
“Hello, I’m Chloe Grey and this is my brother Gage. We’re here because you left a voicemail regarding a position at the Wolfe’s Den,” she said as she stuck out her hand to shake. The strength in her hand was intense. I felt like she had the grip of a man. I was going to need to hit the gym.
“Yes, I did, but I maybe expected a call back or something. I didn’t expect a visit. I didn’t even fill out an application or anything,” I accused. Their presence wasn’t the norm. Maybe that’s the way they did things from where they’re from, but it’s not what’s expected for any job.
“We did a background check on you after your call. The main concern for the boss was the sound of your voice. He believes it would be perfect for the position he has in mind. Please gather your things for the next several days so that we may depart to the Den. The boss doesn’t like to be kept waiting,” the stunning blonde with green eyes informed me as a matter-of-factly.
It was strange, but the big beast of a man refused to look at me, and he didn’t say a word. I looked at him from head to toe. He was handsome, but I wasn’t attracted to him. He had green eyes that matched the blonde, but he had brownish black hair. Now that I looked at them better it was obvious they were related. I was starting to feel very uncomfortable, until she hurried me along.
“Come now, you must ignore Gage. He can be the silent type,” she murmured, leaving Gage outside as she came in and closed the door behind her.
“So what’s the position he thinks I would be suited for?” I asked, referring to their earlier reference to the boss liking my voice. I was thinking he wanted me as a receptionist or some customer service person.
“I don’t know. It could be many positions,” she replied nonchalantly, but I could have sworn I heard a deep manly chuckle come from the other side of the door. So Gage wasn’t a mute.
As classy as these people looked I was glad I had some expensive luggage my parents gave me for my last birthday. I wasn’t afraid of them, but that didn’t mean I had no common sense. Taking my safety in consideration, I decided to call my parents and let them know where I was going to be.
“Hi, Catherine. Did you change your mind?” she asked with her shitty attitude.
“No, I didn’t. Actually, I was going to tell you I have a job interview in Washington at a vacation resort,” I cheerfully replied, loving to rub it in that I didn’t need her.