I turn to my best friend, and before she can protest, I dive on her, both of us falling onto the bed.“I love it.”
She laughs, throwing me off so I’m by her side.“I’m glad.Maybe if being a teacher doesn’t work out, I can become a house stylist.”
“You should do it as a side gig anyway,” I suggest.
I don’t know anyone who can take one look at a room and already have the perfect furniture and colours picked out.
This room is the shit and better than anything I could have come up with.Whilst I love wearing pastel colours, I don’t like being surrounded by them.I think it’s more to do with the visual side of it, and I like to be in calm places.Hence the greens she has placed around the room.I have crystals, salt lamps and a retro glow lamp surrounding me too.
“You look tired,” she comments.“Is it work again?”
I sigh, wishing I didn’t have to speak about work.Whatever is going on there has tensions running high.If the pay wasn’t so good, I would have left ages ago.But it does pay good, and I get free rein to work from home too.Or I did.“I don’t know what is going on there but it’s worse than usual.I’m now assistant to one of the main bosses and she’s a bitch.She keeps warning me to strip the colour from my hair, but I read my contract, and aside from what I wear, nothing about hair is on there.I hate her.I miss being downstairs with Sandra.She didn’t need me to bring her cups of tea or go out to get her lunch.”
“Why don’t you start doing nails again?”
“I like being an assistant.The organisation settles something inside of me.I just wish it wasn’t to that bitch.”
“Just promise if it gets too much, you’ll quit.”
“Promise.”
She glances over at me.“Should we go downstairs and see what the others are discussing?I’m actually excited to see what they do with the house.”
I roll my eyes.“Don’t lie.You just want to see them shirtless.Mark said as much.”
She glares at me.“Whose side are you on?”
My lips twitch.“Yours.Always yours.”
“Good.Because when I come here, it will be to see you and your cousins.If it just so happens that the Carters are here shirtless, then who am I to judge?You guys could even sell tickets for others to see them shirtless.The place would be rammed.”
She doesn’t need to sell me on it.I saw the stocky, broody one called Landon wipe sweat from his forehead with the bottom of his T-shirt, and I nearly tripped over my own feet at the sight of his magnificent body.Freya did introduce him to my cousins, but I couldn’t get past his beauty to listen to what else she said.
“I wouldn’t need to work so it holds merit,” I assure her as I pull her up from the bed.
“FYI, you need a lock on your door.Milly was eyeing that swing like a playground toy.She doesn’t know it yet, but Mark bought an actual swing to go in her room.It will dangle from the ceiling like yours.”
I grin.“He really is a softy.”
Magnolia rushes past us when we leave the room, pushing up her glasses.“I can’t handle that much hotness in one room.”
Three seconds later, a door slams shut.I glance at Freya, smirking.“I think they broke her.”
“Does she not realise she’s just as beautiful?And here I thought your cousins would be more concerned about the Carters’ crazy.When I came up, I left Maddox rummaging through that huge fridge and Malia looked none too happy.”
I shrug.“They are their own brand of crazy.It will take a lot more than the Carters to faze them.”
“I said, don’t touch my food,” Malia screeches from the floor below our feet.
“I touched it first,” Maddox yells.
“I paid for it,” she remarks sharply.
I give Freya a ‘oh fuck’ look and race down the stairs.
Skidding to a stop in the kitchen, I take in the scene before me.Both Maddox and Malia have a hand on a Tupperware container, fighting for it.
“You said I could help myself,” he snaps.
