She pressed her hand to her chest and exhaled groggily. Nervousness made her stomach twist in knots as she eyed the huge flat screen TV against the wall. Finally, her gaze dropped to herself in shock as she looked down at the short lavender-colored night gown. The gown was soft and hugged all of her curves. It looked expensive and from the feel of it, she knew it was real silk.
Her throat tightened as she spoke lowly out loud to herself.
“Who the fuck carried me in? I know this nigga didn’t just undress me and redress me.” She frowned.
Her hands went to her chest, and her breasts were free, touching the top of her stomach, and resting comfortably.
“This nigga eat a lil pussy and feel all comfortable with playing dress up with a bitch.” La’Nova shook her head.
Her hands started to shake as several important questions spiraled in her head regarding Luca. All of the thoughts made her chest tighten. It wasn’t fear that she felt, but a disorienting vulnerability she wasn’t used to feeling. She hugged her arms around herself to ground herself. Before her thoughts could spiral further, there was a gentle knock at the door.
“Miss Reign?” A woman’s voice called out sounding warm and professional.
La’Nova stiffened, her eyes wildly looked around then landed on her pack of Newports.
At least he had the decency to bring my damn cigarettes and a new lighter in…She thought before she answered the lady that was still hiding behind the door.
“Yeah?”
The door opened slowly. A short, chubby woman stepped in. She wore a neatly pressed black dress with a white apron, hair pulled back into a low bun that didn’t hide the gray at her temples. Her cheeks were round and her eyes held the calm authority of someone who had run houses like this longer than La’Nova had been alive.
“I’m Mrs. Calder,” she said with a small smile. “Head of the house staff.”
She clasped her hands together politely.
“I hope you slept well.” Mrs. Calder smiled.
Seconds later her smile flipped upside down as she watched La’Nova boldly snatch up her pack of cigarettes from the all black nightstand. She shook her head no but uttered no words. La’Nova challenged Mrs. Calder with her doe-shaped eyes todeny her of lighting a cigarette in the massive room. Her eyes flicked over to the huge window that was opened, blowing in cool air and shrugged.
“It’s nice to meet you, Mrs. Calder…Good morning by the way.” La’Nova inhaled her cigarette then breathed the smoke out through her nostrils.
“I don’t know why the fu—hell I’m in here.” La’Nova quickly corrected her language not wanting to disrespect the older lady.
She folded her legs in front of her then bounced the right one impatiently.
“You were brought inside in the middle of the night because you fell asleep in your camper, dear. The night air was pretty cold last night, that’s how it gets in Palmdale.” The lady smiled nervously.
Mrs. Calder was still put off by La’Nova shamelessly lighting up a cigarette inside of Luca’s nice home.
“Palmdale? What the fuck?!” La’Nova covered her mouth.
“My apologies ma’am, but damn! Palmdale is an hour and twenty minutes away from L.A! Why the hell am I all the way out here, and who the hell brought me inside and changed my clothes?”
La’Nova glanced at her shaky hands and felt herself getting pissed off.
“Mr. Bonetti brought you in himself,” Mrs. Calder stated softly.
The sight of Luca carrying La’Nova as if she weighed less than a hundred pounds was an amazing sight to see. She loved her boss even more after last night. He treated her along with the restof the staff nice. Mrs. and Mr. Calder worked for several estates over the last three decades and Luca was the most generous boss her and her husband could ever ask for.
“We changed you respectfully,” Mrs. Calder said quickly, sensing the tension coming from La’Nova’s balled up face. “Two women from staff. Nothing improper took place. Your personal belongings are being washed and folded and will be brought back up to you by evening. Mr. Bonetti placed some clothes inside of the bathroom for you after your shower along with your other personal amenities.”
“Well, that’s nice to know…being that I’m being held against my will.” La’Nova chuckled out bitterly.
Mrs. Calder laughed right along with La’Nova nervously as she offered her a confused look. One eyebrow raised higher than the other as her nervous laugh faded out until her face relaxed into a look of concern.
“You’re held against your will? Aren’t you Mr. Bonetti’s fiancée?” Mrs. Calder asked cautiously.
“I don’t see a ring on my finger, so no I ain’t his fiancée. I bet he got guards with guns ready to keep me in this nice ass house. He sends a beautiful older lady such as yourself to throw me off to make me feel comfortable with being kidnapped.”
