Ok, that is too much, Anmara. Even for you.
I just manage to smile as a thank you before he leaves the apartment.
It feels like I know him from somewhere. He seems so familiar, but, at the same time, my instinct tells me to stay as far away from him as I can.
Hard thing to do given the fact that I can only turn to Blake for all of my problems in this strange place. I think I can trust him more than Raymond. My instinct tells me that the latter is just a great actor. Not very trustworthy.
Hold on, did he just say living room?
I get out of bed, relieved that my head stopped hurting. My body is full of energy. I feel like I can run a marathon, but I just start by admiring this amazing room I’m in.
I am in a bedroom that has a gigantic bed in which four people can easily sleep. Above it, there is a canopy in an immaculate white colour. The walls are white with fine golden details that seem hand-painted. On the floor, there is a nice brown hardwood on which is one of the softest and cosiest carpets I’ve ever put my feet on.
I start thinking if the creamy carpet I’ve sunken my bare feet in is better to sleep on than the bed.
Looking around, I see an open door leading into a big and bright room, but modern and elegant at the same time. A big green sofa with golden accents and matching armchairs occupy a large part of the room, alongside the TV that seems to cover at least half of the wall in front of the furniture. On its left, there is an entire glass wall covered only by a semi-transparent curtain, which hides the beautiful view of the city and its plants.
The details in this room are in the same style as in the bedroom, with a lot of white and gold, but with some cosy green accents. Looking up, I notice that the entire ceiling has painted leaves on it. In the middle of the room, there is a big chandelier with lots of golden flowers gracefully hanging down from it.
I come to my senses, being able to also see the black kitchen and the big marble island on the opposite side of the TV, along with a couple of bar chairs in the same shade. The drinks collection underneath the island makes me smile. I need to try them all. They’re free from all I know.
I get startled by the knives with red-as-blood handles next to the drinks, as that place is specially made for them. It is a strange and macabre detail, but, at the same time, it fits right in with this place.
Heading out for the big terrace, a gust of clean air hits me when I open the door. The fact that there is a table with some chairs makes me stay outside and enjoy the magnificent sunset the city is basking in, combining its colours with those of the flowers on the terrace.
I sit on a chair waiting for Blake and the food, already hearing my stomach growling, only thinking about it.
I put away my hunger and try to make my brain give me some useful information regarding why I’ve chosen this place as a destination under the wings of the unknown. And, of course, my mind doesn’t wanna let me find memories from before I arrived in Tamwine.
The paper with the directions from my bag is what pops into my head. It seems strange enough to make me wanna have another look at it.
A crinkled piece of paper is usually a clue, and it should mean something useful or, at least, that is what my intuition says, especially considering that there was nothing written on it before. I probably watched too many detective movies, or maybe this will help me figure out who I really am and where I come from. Or why I left with so little luggage. A suitcase and a backpack, however heavy they may look, wouldn’t be all that I would’ve carried if I were to run and hide from the world.
Before getting up to rummage through my goods, I see Blake coming out on the terrace. He is pushing a cart containing multiple food trays and a jug that appears to be filled with orange juice.
I am already drooling, and I haven’t even seen the food he brought. Just the divine smell alone makes my mouth water. And his presence…
Don’t you stare at his muscles! And do not drool that much over Blake!
He looks at me for a moment with an odd expression on his face, but it quickly disappears when he starts taking the trays and putting them on the table.
All my senses are awakened as soon as he takes off the covers. I grow more and more surprised with each plate of food he reveals.
One of them has different types of sushi, another one displays a big portion of shrimp pasta, and the last one has a multitude of small, delicious-looking cakes. He sets the cutlery in its designated place, alongside a glass where he puts a little of the juice from the jug.
When he finishes, he looks at me, patiently waiting for me to see that he wants to tell me something. I am too captivated by all the food for a few moments. It looks too good, and I am really hungry.
“You can reach me anytime you need me. Also, call me using the four buttons in your apartment: the first one is next to the bedside table on the left side of the bed, the second is under the sink in the bathroom, the third is in the living room on the right side of the sofa, and the last one is here, under the table right in front of you.”
His words just make my spine shiver.
Buttons? Why the hell would we need four?
“Just press one of them, and I will come as quickly as I can,” he continues, not letting me process the information he shared. “I’m staying on the floor below, and I am at your disposalonly, as you required on the phone.”
He winks at me and leaves, but not before bowing in front of me. I am about to laugh at how stupid it seems, but I stay silent.
I am thinking of myself as such an important human being for having so many buttons everywhere and a personal assistant. One sexy as hell. With an even more beautiful smile.
