Will You Be My Escort?

"Wake up!" A loud voice entered his ears, stirring him up from his deep slumber. 

"What is it?" He grumbled as he buried his face into his pillow.

"You are supposed to be making my breakfast, and here you are still sleeping like a baby." 

"Oh! Shit!" Scott cursed, sitting up with a jolt. "I am so sorry." He apologized. "You go and get ready for your work, breakfast will be done soon." 

"It better be." Katherine glared at him before walking out of his room. 

Scott had turned her guestroom in his own room. She wondered where did he found all of that stuff anyways. She tried asking him more than once but didn't get a proper reply. 

'Who cares? At least I have a good cook now.' 

In return for allowing him to stay at her place and providing him with food, Scott agreed to become her cook.

"Is it done?" Katherine walked into the kitchen and asked him.