“Lizzieeee!!!”, I squealed through the phone.
“Yes baby”, Lizzie answered. I’m sure she was puzzled. ”Come over”, I said blandly, dropping the call.
About thirty minutes later, Lizzie came in. I was lying on the couch, eating ice cream. She rushed towards me, looking concerned. ”Are you okay? Ice cream is a code for deception, right?”, she asked, touching my forehead. ”Lizzie-“, I started but she interrupted me. ”Shush! I know you’re hurt and I’m really sorry. I had no idea… I thought he was just gonna see you and offer to give you the job. Mon dieu, quel con!” (My god, what a stupid man!)
“Lizzie”, I laughed. She was getting really worked up over nothing. ”C’est vraiment un imbécile de la pure espèce! Je vais lui dire ce que je pense vraiment de lui!”, she fumed, making me burst into laughter (He’s really a fool of the highest order. I’m going to tell him what I really think of him) She looked and angrily and said, “It’s not funny, Gisele”
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”You should be cla**y but not too much.
forced her to help me pack.
and he had made time just to help me move in. ”What will you do about your furniture”, he asked me when I finally let him in. I looked at the sofa that also served as a bed, the scruffy low table and the desk that housed my books and cringed. I tried to see it through the eyes of a billionaire and it really did not look good. Since the furniture didn’t belong to me, I wasn’t going to do anything about it. ”Nothing sir. It doesn’t belong to me”, I replied. He nodded, looking around thoughtfully. ”Slate”, he said abruptly. ”Huh?”, I asked, confused. ”Slate. I told you to call me Slate”, he repeated with a smirk. ”Oh sorry”, I said, blushing even more. Sometimes I really hated my quick-to-blush skin. ”Next time you slip, I just might have to punish you”, he said, smirking even more broadly. ”Punish me?”, I asked, not sure
question. “Oh! My dad is French and my mom is from Texas”, I answered, still looking out of the window. I really didn’t feel like talking about my family at that moment. ”And you’ve lived here all your life?”, he asked, wanting to keep the conversation going, not realizing my current mood. ”No Slate. I moved here with my parents when I was 3. I’ve lived here since then”, I answered,
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He let out a huge sigh of relief and we started laughing along with each other. “You should have seen your face
the gate of his house to type in the code and went straight to the garage. I was left wondering what he meant by that when he led me into the house. ”Welcome to my home. Or as you say in French, bienvenue chez moi.” ”You speak French?” I asked, impressed, raising my eyebrows. ”Je fais de mon mieux”, he replied, making me giggle and clap. He spoke quite well and his French did not have an accent. He bowed, making me laugh even harder, before going on to show me where
simple remark, upon seeing the room. ”I hope you
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