Chapter 8 One Night Stand

• Chapter Eight
• Kayla's POV
• I could barely keep my eyes still when the plane landed.
• The airport was buzzing with different voices, most of them speaking Italian and the ones speaking English had thick accents.
• How would I even survive here? The only language I could speak was English. Why didn't I think of learning a few Italian phrases?
• Italy was way different from America and it was very beautiful as well. I waited as Bruce went to get our pieces of luggage. When he came back, he led me outside the airport where a car was already waiting for us.
• The driver came out and helped Bruce with our suitcases, putting them in the trunk of the car. Bruce and I took our places in the backseat and the drive began.
• "This place is beautiful." I awed, eyes glued to the window. The driver was driving slower than usual because of me. I wanted to see everything at once. I knew it wasn't possible, but I would try anyway.
• There were a lot of old buildings that I was certain had history. I would love to visit them one day.
• I heard Bruce chuckle at my excitement and I turned around to look at him, blushing at how I was behaving. "It sure is beautiful."
• It was sunny out and people were out and about, having the time of their lives.
• A sudden thought popped into my head, making me frown. "Where will I be staying?"
• I blamed my father for not giving me enough information about this trip. I didn't know how long I was going to be here. I didn't even know why he made a decision for me. But then again, he was only being helpful and I had agreed to it.
• "With me, of course."
• Great, I thought sarcastically. Not only would I be working under him but I'll be living in the same house as him.
• If I was working with him, it meant he would be my boss. I wondered if it will be awkward in the company seeing as we fucked twice already.
• I opened my mouth to protest but thought better of it. I didn't have a choice. I didn't have anywhere else to stay. I had to suck it up.
• Another chuckle escaped his lips when he saw my expression and I quickly turned my face to the side to continue looking out the window.
• We arrived at an apartment complex and I got out of the car after Bruce did. He didn't wait for me to finish properly admiring the building before he went inside. I followed after him hastily.
• We entered the elevator and he pressed the button that had 'PH' written on it. The elevator ride was silent and when we reached the last floor, the elevator doors opened to reveal a large penthouse.
• Everything in the house seemed expensive. The couches were pristine white and so were the counters in the kitchen. This man was richer than I had expected.
• "Come with me. I'll show you your room. You can look around later."
• The room he showed me was huge. It was even bigger than my room back in America.
• "I had the housekeeper prepare the room. I hope you like it."
• "I do. Thank you so much." I felt like I hadn't thanked him properly for all he was doing. He was giving me a place at his company without me having to work for it. He was giving me a place to stay as well.
• "You're welcome."
• And just like that, he disappeared. Someone brought my luggage up and I focused on unpacking my clothes.
• When I went back out, Bruce was nowhere to be found. I thought of calling him but realized I didn't have his number.
• Hungry from the flight, I went into the kitchen to see what was available. Just as I figured out what to eat, the house phone rang.
• I didn't know whether or not to answer it since it was Bruce's house but I'd be staying here for some months so I had some rights, right?
• I picked it up when it rang for a second time. It was Bruce telling me he wouldn't be home for the next two nights. I wondered what he was doing out. It was my first night in Italy but he already left me alone.
• Sunday came around pretty fast even if I didn't have much to do and the only thing I was looking forward to was Bruce coming back home.
• I'd learned to make myself at home and I had toured the penthouse already. I was also looking forward to tomorrow when I would start working at Bruce's company. It would help me expand my knowledge concerning food.
• I wasn't surprised when the doors suddenly opened but when I saw who walked through, my eyebrows shot up.
• I quickly stood up from the couch, abandoning the movie I was watching on the TV. "Who are you?" I asked curiously. She was looking at me like I wasn't supposed to be there. I wanted to tell her that the feeling was mutual.
• "Who are you?" She returned the question, her eyes trailing down my form and not in an appreciative way.
• "I asked first." I smiled tightly, not caring if my statement made me seem like a child.
• "I'm the housekeeper. Your turn."
• I paused. "Housekeeper?" She was dressed in a tank top, shorts, and a jacket on her shoulders. Her long black hair fell to her waist. She didn't look like a housekeeper. She didn't look like she was here to do any job. Period.
• "Yes. Housekeeper." She reiterated. "A person employed to manage a—"
• "I know what a housekeeper is!" I snapped, already deciding I didn't like her. She was such a smart ass.
• She smirked as if she knew she was getting under my skin. "You still haven't told me who you are."
• Even if I didn't feel like answering her, I knew she would be coming around a lot and I need to at least, act like I didn't dislike her. "I'm Kayla and I live here now."
• She laughed like she couldn't fathom the idea of me living here. "Here? In Bruce's apartment?"
• "That's what I just said, wasn't it?"
• She glared at me and I glared right back at her. Then, the doors opened again to reveal the man in question.