Warped Reality

"Well, spaghetti is quite famous and it's a great news you can make them because it's what I loved."

"Ok, great!" I smiled up at him again and again he took another step before he issued a strangled breath.

What the hell was wrong with him? I actually was about to ask him that but he quickly turned around to head up the spiraling staircase.

"I have to go back to work. Please feel at home."

"Ok. And thank you."

Once Mr. Lombardi disappeared from my sight, I quickly roamed around his house. I took a short tour on the first level of his huge home, opening door after door I found. The last one I opened made my eyes pop out and my mouth hung open discovering a huge library. This must how Belle felt like when Beast showed her his collection of books. The rack was so tall that it literally needed to use ladder steps to reach the books that were placed high above. I felt dizzy just by scanning the whole room, taking one book to scan then putting it back in so that I could pull another to read the synopsis.

My stomach churned with excitement and my knee started jiggling at the anticipation to bury myself here until Mr. Lombardi's child comes. I'd definitely own this place. He said he wouldn't mind, didn't he? I grinned and even kissed the door before pulling it close. I'm already in love with this house with just one day.

I continued roaming around until I found my way into his kitchen. It took me a lot of turns before I found it. That's how ridiculously huge Mr. Lombardi's house was. Jesus! I suddenly felt grateful he only asked me to cook for him and not to clean. Because I might tender my resignation right away. There's just no way a person could clean this whole damn place alone in one day.

I ransacked his kitchen, opened his fridge and cupboards to check what I could make for dinner. Of course because his house was huge, so was his pantry. And it was actually stocked to the brim that it could feed a whole damn city. I took pasta, sauce, the meat to go with it and everything that needed to make his favorite spaghetti before working in the kitchen like a pro.

Damn, I didn't know I'd be loving staying in a kitchen other than eating. Cooking was a task I dreaded before while living with Nicky. I only realized now that the bad feeling was only inspired because of how sorry our kitchen was. No actual food to cook other than the frozen peas in the fridge. But now, cooking was so damn easy and I'm actually loving doing the chore.

After making spaghetti and meat balls, I scanned Mr. Lombardi's shelf full of liquors. It must've all kinds of alcohol the world made. And none of the bottles I knew nor even sounded familiar. I was chewing the insides of my cheek while reading the labels of the bottles only to shrug my shoulders and went back to the fridge. I believe the wine chilling inside would do.

I've made the table set for dinner for Mr. Lombardi but I didn't know how to invite him to eat. He said not to go up his working area. I scanned the kitchen before noticing an intercom mounted near the cupboards. I approached and studied it first before taking the receiver. 999 that's the number that said could connect to his working room so that's also the number I dialed and waited.

"Stella." Again, Mr. Lombardi's voice seemed to m.o.a.n whenever uttering my name which caused a shudder passing through my spine.

"Mr. Lombardi, I'm sorry to bother you but I've already made your dinner. You can eat anytime you want. Or would you like me to send it up for you?"

"No. I'll go down and join you." There was a distinct pause before he spoke again. "You're joining me, right?"

"If it's alright with you, sir, then yes, I will."

"Great! I'm going down now."

The line went dead before I could make out a response. A couple minutes after and my employer came barging down the dining room. I smiled at him while maintaining my spot at the other side of the long, massive table.

"Smells good." He commented before giving me a lingering stare and a twitch of his lips.

It was so fast that I thought it didn't really look like a real smile. I wondered if it's difficult for him to give out his smiles? Other than the soft lines of frown on his forehead and a constant pout of his lips, he didn't show any other emotions anymore.

"Sit down, Stella. I've never eaten a decent meal for so long much more eat with a companion. It's good to have a change somehow." His eyes twinkled but he still didn't smile.

Well, if he couldn't smile, I could do that for both of us. So I beamed up at him before pulling my own chair to sit. He s.u.c.k.e.d in a breath before looking away and pulled his own chair to sit in front of me across the table.

"You took a tour?" Mr. Lombardi asked before raking pasta from his plate and ate.

He m.o.a.n.e.d and my n.i.p.p.l.es suddenly tingled at his sound that I couldn't help the sudden gasp escaped my lips. His eyes snapped up to me, staring long with sauce smeared around the corner of his lips. Jesus Christ! I'm beginning to think this job would somehow become a problem if I'm attracted to this man. I'm sure if he had a kid Im going to babysit, he also had a wife that's the mother of the kid. And l.u.s.ting towards my employer was a damn sure way to land my a.s.s without a job once the wife found out. Despite of my initial thought of him being divorced.

"Yeah." I finally answered his question with a breathy voice. "Just the first floor yet. I'll do the rest of the tour maybe tomorrow." I smiled before I looked down my pasta.

"This is so good, Stella." Mr. Lombardi nodded to the pasta before taking another mouthful of it with his fork and once again m.o.a.n.e.d.

Shit! Shit! Shit! This man was trying to destroy my p.a.n.t.i.e.s with just his sound. I'm so damn wet between my t.h.i.g.hs. Something I've never experienced in my teenage life. Oh, God help me but I wanted my employer. Big time.