Her, Saving Grace

39

Catherine

His name was Robert.

And he kind of owned the building now. The lawyer already informed us that someone was coming to manage Ellie's remaining properties.

What he didn't tell us was that that person, would be coming at almost nine in the evening and just decided that he wanted to know the people his late aunt was with during her last days.

Aside from the I-could-get-anything-I-want aura wrapping around his suit covered flesh,he also had this crooked grin that only guys with apollo-like features could pull off. His was alright.

Damon does it everyday when he sees me walk in the kitchen. (Not that I notice it that much or anything.)

I was tapping my fingers on the armrest as he took his time sipping the coffee I offered him.

It was embarassing enough that I asked him if he wanted coffee, considering the fact that it was late and I specifically told him "You want to have some coffee inside?" which was like a codename for doing the love dance in romcom movies. He gave me an all-knowing smile before settling down on one of the couches.

"Were you and aunt Elizabeth close?" I met his gaze and nodded, not really sure on how I should reply.

I was trying to remember him. I have a pretty good memory and although I haven't even had a conversation with him before, I have a feeling that I knew him.

Clearly, he isn't one of the kids/teens I've hung out with before. And by hang out I mean eager parents pushing us to go mingle or make new friends. Just thinking about it... I felt myself shiver a little.

"You don't speak much, do you?" He placed his cup carefully on the paper napkin it had with it.

"Well we don't exactly get visitors this late." I made a big deal of dusting off my pajamas and mentally counting the lemons on it. He on the other hand, raised an eyebrow and looked at my pajamas.

"We?"

I looked up and frowned. "You speak french?"

He chuckled and tilted his head to the side, amused with my confusion. "You said 'we'. I was told a couple of months ago that the only young woman residing here lived alone. Guess Morris was wrong. Where is she?"

I grimaced and contemplated on wether I should lie but I take it that this guy could see right through liars.

"He went out." I made a point on accentuating that I was living with someone from his specie.

His brows furrowed a little but was quickly replaced with a grin. "Did he now?"

I frowned and decided that he was a little too shady. "Yes he did. He'll be back. Just going out to buy some...milk." I almost slapped my forehead. Really? He went out this late to get milk?

"Milk?" He smirked and started this thing where he kind of traced his bottom lip with his thumb.

"He...couldn't sleep without his milk." I spoke matter-of-factly but was internally cringing. I just made him sound like a toddler. And with a little help from watching a little too much comedy sitcoms with him, the sentence took an awful turn from being childish, to a secret sexual joke of sorts.

He's going to kill me. And I'm going to kill him for leaving me with Mr. Macho here.

"What do you do Miss Wright?" He was fixing his already perfectly placed tie before meeting my eyes.

"Publishing. The world needs more books." I stopped myself just in time when I felt like asking on how Morris didn't know what I do for a living. The man wasn't being rude but there's just something awfully off about him.