You can't always get what you want

I leaned against the kitchen entryway arms crossed over my chest watching as she flitted around preparing food in her fuzzy little duck slippers. Once again she was ignoring me like she was before. An hour earlier she had left me in the foyer of the manor by myself looking like a fool. Not bothering to tell me where to wait for Brian or if she would even be telling him I was here or not. Fortunately enough for me he came out of a room he was in, saving me the trouble of having to roam around the mansion. There house was big, almost as big as my dads but not nearly. My house or rather my fathers house was like a tiny island and it would be trouble if he had to go looking for Brian in a house almost the size of his. My dad even went so far as to have tours of the house although I would guess that would be the work of his new wife.

"Hey man I was wondering when you were going to get here. Why didn't Victoria tell you where I was?"

"Oh sorry about that ran in to some trouble. As for Victoria she let me in then left me to fend for myself."

He laughed as if he was in on some joke that I got after he spoke.

"Lady problems? Sorry about Victoria though she's usually on these things." he said ushering me into the room that he just came out of.

Inside hanging on the was a seventy-two inch flat screen TV hanging from the wall. In the center of the room was a black lounge couch and behind it was this large circular bed pressed against the wall with tons of black pillows laying in a neat row on gray silk sheets.

"You could say that. Oh its not a problem."

I didn't want to say anything that would get her in trouble I mean she was soaking wet and was covered in mud. She probably went to shower as would any sane person. I mean it was partially my fault I wasn't all that sharing with my umbrella. Where did this come from I thought to myself me actually thinking something was my fault.

I made my way over to a section on the lounge and sat the couch was surprisingly comfortable. Paused on the screen was a movie I couldn't decide if I had seen it or not. Brian sat down as well a little ways away from me but not that far that would seem rude. He didn't un-pause the movie.

"I'm glad you decided to come its been a while. What have you been up to?" he said taking out a cigarette and lighting it.

"Not much really just traveling and shagging as many girls as possible before I have to marry someone."

He laughed blowing smoke from his nose in a way that reminded me of a cartoon.

"I hear you man, I was doing that earlier in the morning when Victoria walked in on me. Her face was a sight to see."

I laughed along with him, I couldn't exactly picture a embarrassed Victoria. I mean I could but not really she wasn't the type to exactly let anyone see her true emotions.

Brian stood and made his way over to a mini fridge placed in the wall I hadn't noticed. He tapped it and it popped open revealing fully stocked shelf of beer and other things. I was expecting him to pop open some secret compartment that held snacks, but he didn't he came back over to the couch with the two beers. He handed me mine and opened his taking a drink I kind of did wish he would open some secret compartment with snack I was starting to get hungry and I could faintly smell something wafting under the door into the room. Apparently Brian noticed too.

"About time I'm starving, I'm going to go see what's the hold up."

"I can do it!" I said standing quickly and a little to excitedly.

If he noticed he didn't say anything just nodded his head and told me where the kitchen was.

"Out the door down the hallway to your right."

I followed his directions and sure enough there was the kitchen. I watched as she flipped burgers, made fries, and salad. For some reason I could see her as my wife in our very own kitchen making dinner for me and our kids, hair pulled back in a messy bun wearing duck slippers still managing to look cute as hell while doing it. I frowned at the thought after a while; out of all the women I had been with why could I picture myself with her and not the rest. Because she's different all the other women wanted you for your status or money. I get the feeling like she wouldn't care at all about it. She seemed different, no she was different and it was apparent in the way she treated me.

I shook my head and cleared my throat but she didn't notice. I couldn't tell if it was purposefully or if she was just to focused on what she was doing.

"So this is what smells so good!"

"OH GOD!" she shouted nearly jumping out of her skin.

I crossed my arms and smirked at her. She looked so cute when she was flustered, there was a pink tint to her cheeks that made her look even cuter.

"What is your problem, what if I had been holding something hot? I could have burned myself!" she shouted.

I hadn't thought about that .

"I'm sorry next time I'll think before I speak."

She paused for a moment not expecting me to apologize then muttered to herself before going back to what she was doing.

"That's how you apologize." I said referring to earlier and so she wouldn't think I was being nice to her.

After all she was just the help sort of.

She continued what she was doing making plates.

"If you would go away I'll have lunch served in a moment or would you like to help?"

I did something that surprised both of us I went over and helped so much for my thought about not being nice to her. Since she didn't know how I like my burgers I dressed it myself while she made Brian's. We worked in silence although I really wanted to know what was going on inside her head. She never said a word or showed any sign of what she was feeling. She followed me back to where Brian was and gave him his food and left as quickly as she came.

I moaned at the taste of burger it was delicious. I had to work to savor every bite and not greedily shove down my throat.

"Yeah she's a good cook." Brian said licking his fingers from the juices the burger had slid down his fingers.

He got up and grabbed two more beers.

I opened mine and took a sip, I could definitely imagine her as my wife if she cooked that good.