She had been following him way longer than now and could tell what his place looked like. This place in all it’s beauty was nothing like Tristan’s mansion but it sure was up to taste. She had followed him to his place as soon as she signed the document he had drafted for them. Claire had been expecting a legal binding personnel to stand as witness but truth be told, she was actually glad there was none. It meant she would not be making a fool of herself before the big guy. She had gone to inform Danielle that she had taken the job offer and she had followed her advice of course which covered her position in the place. Her friend called her smart and bade her bye as she went away with Tristan.
In the car with him at the back as Alfredo drove, Claire could not help but feel uncertain about what she was doing. She wanted badly to be with him but did hope she was doing the right thing actually. She suddenly had a thought and turned to look at him. He was not looking her way but she still asked him the question which was who would take over for the time being that she was not doing the dishes. Tristan smiled and asked her a weird question.
“Tell me Miss Willows, do you want to spend your lifetime washing dishes?,” he asked her now turning to look at her.
Cruel of him to make her seem so shortsighted. Certainly she was not planning on doing dishes all her life but there was nothing she could think of at the moment. No one would want someone like her and that meant probably her opinion would not matter or choice. She had to put up with what she saw available. Well of course Claire could not begin telling him all that as that would be bad for her really. She forced a laugh that screamed nervousness as she replied him.
“Of course I do not plan on doing dishes all my life Mr Jenkins.” she said through her teeth.
Tristan looked at her with new interest as she called him that. He did not like the fact she addressed him by his last name but he could see what she was doing. It was her feminine way of protesting to him calling her by hers. He smiled devilishly and saw her look at him obviously perplexed. She must have been wondering what he was thinking in that crooked head of his but he was not letting her in on his thoughts. He enjoyed that he kept her on the edge which would be perfect for what he had in store for them. He was going to call her by her name but not yet. It had to be when he must have shown her his place and then call her by her name when she would be least expecting it. He wanted to see her shiver, every hint of reaction that would be shown. He wanted her to shutter and give him all the satisfaction he craved. Until then, she would have to put up with being called by her last name.
They drove quietly as he took a tour with his thoughts. This time he was wondering about her and why she was acting so naive. Unless she was putting up an act, she would have to be the dumbest woman there ever was to cross the earth. She gave him the picture of one yet to be tainted and that was his basic plan. A woman of greater knowledge would see through his schemes but she was walking right into them. Not like he cared about all that as it was to his greatest benefit that she was walking into his trap. He had to do a background search on her still at least to find out what kind of lowly family she emitted from. They would not put up a fight and in the end, he would seal their lips with bundles of cash. If only Claire Willows could see, she would know she had just made a deal with the devil. He was the devil this time around and not kidding about his evil wiles for her.
They got to his place and he had been a gentleman to give her a tour of the house. He took her around and even to his bedroom. That was the last place he showed her and he had intentionally let her inside first before going to stand behind her and really close. He saw her hair rise and smiled to himself. The effect he obviously was having on her was in no way hidden and she was gradually falling into his laid out trap. He wanted badly however to reach over with his hand and feel the inside of her legs at least to know how steamy wet that place would be. Someday it would certainly happen and he was sure of himself that it would.
He then took her downstairs to introduce her to the few members of the household that would be working with her. Claire had been surprised after he had introduced all of them that there was a cleaner, a cook and stuff. She could not see what it was she would be doing for him as it seemed he had it all covered. She waited until he had dismissed them to ask what it was she would be doing exactly. Tristan smiled and said she could think of herself as his babysitter. A babysitter, what would a full grown man need one for when he was obviously fit. She began wondering if this was a ploy of his to get her to quit her job and then waste her time because if that was the case, he had succeeded perfectly well. Claire turned to him waiting on an answer as he made an act to think about it.
He smiled and began explaining that she would be assigned to make certain his chambers were tidied up which included his bedroom and his piano room. Also, she was to get his food to him each time and wait around on him. In other words and not the gibberish he was saying, she had become his full time personal slave. That was such a good call, Claire thought sadly as she stared at him. She must have been staring a whole lot that he had to ask if she had any further questions. She quickly shook her head saying she understood what was her supposed duties.
“Good; then I presume you would not have trouble fetching my breakfast Miss Willows.” he said to her
“Certainly sir. I would get it to you.” was her answer
“Then you should know where to find me. By tomorrow we would get you appropriate clothes for when you are on duty. Give you size number to Chloe, she would know what to do.” he said.
Claire nodded and stalked off to meet the others. He smiled once again devilishly. The size would still come to him for approval and he was going to make certain he finds something that would suite his taste. He went to his room to change. The file he had brought was about her actually and something else. As he started undressing, his phone began ringing. It was doctor Amanda and he felt exhausted really. It was time to admit that he was getting bored with her and was only trying his hardest not to make it obviously clear that he was only trying to humour her and of course not have Ted call to remind him how he could die. Not like he would mind dying really. There seemed to be some peace after all in death.
He took the call and asked what she wanted as he supposed they were done for the day when she missed out on the speculated timing for her session. She began apologizing as she explained that something had come up. However, she wanted to make it up to him. Tristan did not want her kind gesture and told her he had something really important to handle. The woman agreed that he must have had some other things keeping him but but just wanted to ask how he was doing. Tristan thought about it for a while, never been more better. That was his answer actually.
A few minutes later, he was down for his breakfast. It tasted really good now Claire had been the one to bring it and he was in a good mood. The cook must be relieved he was not yelling. He actually did not approve of the cook but Alfredo had insisted as the man’s services would be temporarily. He was only there because Tristan had been bedridden these few days. Accordingly the good old man had hired him for his services. Normally, Tristan made what he ate at home and had never been comfortable with what the man made. There was always something either too much or too less that kept him complaining. However today, he felt it was quite appreciative thanks to Claire. It was time for him to begin putting his plans in place.