I don’t even care if it’s a male scent.It’s clean and I need it to wash my clothes and myself.First, I handle my clothes and when they are washed and I’ve wrung the water from them, I throw them into the sink and focus on myself.For the first time in a long while I feel a bit more like myself when I step out of the shower.
Glaring at the comb, I pick it up anyway since a brush is lacking from this bathroom and start the painful process of taming my long black hair.Another thing I inherited from my father since my mother and uncle both have light brown hair.The other visual mark my sperm donor gave me is complete heterochromia.Meaning I have one blue eye and one brown.
Cool, some would say.Unless you need to have the same damn discussion over and over again with people you meet.No one looks at you quite the same when they stare you in the face and see two completely different eye colors.
I take my wet clothes along with the wooden blanket rack with me to the living room.Placing a few towels underneath the rack to prevent the water dripping on the tiled floor, I hang my clothes to dry in front of the fireplace.
Once I’ve shoved one of the chairs closer to the warmth, I grab my backpack and bring it into the bathroom to wash my other clothes.I have no clue when I’ll get another chance and hopefully everything will be dry when I wake up tomorrow morning.
I’m completely beat once I’ve decorated the bathroom with my washed clothes and wander into the bedroom.A king-size bed looks quite comfy, but after being out in the cold for days I’d rather sleep near the fireplace.
A picture frame on a shelf grabs my attention.My hand shakes as I reach for it.Swallowing hard, I stare at a picture of my mother where she was around my age with my sperm donor.Both are sitting on a motorcycle and it looks as if my sperm donor was taking the picture.I quickly place it back on the shelf and turn my back to it.
This is not why I’m here.Hell, I don’t even know why I’m here.Okay, maybe it was a little payback in the back of my head, but seeking shelter from the cold is a nice reason too.Shit.I could have done without seeing that picture.Why would he still have it?In his bedroom, out in the open?
I swallow hard and snatch a thick blanket from the bed.I head for the chair that’s calling my name and have the cookie jar under my arm as I settle in for the night.My backpack is lying on the couch where I can keep an eye on it.Hidden in there is a key my mother gave me, it was in the envelope along with the picture and the letter explaining about my sperm donor.
I have no clue what the key is all about.First thing on my mind was checking out sperm guy.It brought me to this warm roof above my head for the night, and clean clothes in the morning.Who knows what the key might give me.
Hopefully a safety-deposit box with something valuable.Though, if she had something valuable, she would have used it to pay for the medical bills.Ugh.One can dream about a new start, right?Even if all my dreams have turned weary.My stomach allows me to eat a few more cookies before my eyes start to feel heavy with sleep.
The warmth in the room, feeling safe enough inside these walls, freshly showered...all of it is overwhelming.Finally, I give in and close my eyes to let sleep claim me.
CHAPTER TWO
–SABLE –
Bringing my truck to a stop, I shut it off and glance at the cabin before me.Shame I can’t walk inside and crash in my own bed.Reluctantly, I open the door and don’t regret taking my truck with the pile of snow my boots sink into.The temperature dropped and caused dangerous riding conditions.Hence the damn truck.
I sigh and stomp in the direction of the cabin sitting a few yards away from mine.A little over an hour ago my president’s silent alarm in his cabin went off.We both have a state-of-the-art security system, and through the camera he could see there was a woman walking around, doing fucking laundry, and eating his cookies.
Which is why he didn’t rush over himself but ordered me to check when I went home.Prez is still at the clubhouse handling one of the prospects who screwed up.I’d much rather kick that asshole’s ass than to evict some random chick from my president’s cabin.
Sad to kick a person out of a home during this cold, but she’s the one in the wrong here.Releasing a sigh, I stomp through the snow and curse myself for not using the road which has been snowplowed.It hasn’t snowed in two days, but there’s still a thick layer, and more will come in another snowstorm during Christmas, which is still a few weeks away.
I glance through the window of my president’s cabin and see the light flicker through the room from the fireplace.Using the key, I enter the front door and push in the code to disarm the alarm system.
