EroticReverie

Ally Avaline

He doesn’t help me bring my things to the guest house. Doesn’t change his grumpy demeanor as he shows me around the main house. I expected a millionaire to live in a bigger house. Not that this one isn’t big. Because it is. Eight bedrooms each with a full bath. An office. A small library. A large entertainment room in the basement area which currently just has a pool table a bunch of boxes in it.  She’s right.  It’s hardly furnished. Other than a a sectional , a carpet and coffee table with a big screen on the wall in the main living area, with floor to ceiling glass windows , two stories high. Sliding doors that lead out to a massive patio area and then a giant pool that would make playing Marco Polo really difficult. 

“Get yourself all settled. Then you can start. I hope you don’t plan on having a bunch of questions on how I want things situated. So just do what you think is best. I just want the boxes emptied.” He said and then left without giving me a chance to ask anything at all. 

First thing I do is pull out my cell phone from the back of my overall pocket. 

“You said your brother was old.” I type to Gracie. Because he wasn’t old. He was older than me. But not old.

“He is.” She says. 

“No he’s not. He looks like, twenty eight at most.” I say. 

“Hahahaha. Make sure to tell him that. That’ll really piss him off” she says. 

“Not really trying to piss him off. Not sure I can. He seems like he’s in a perpetual state of pissed-offness” I reply. 

“Yeah. That’s Gabe for you. Was he too mean? Want me to text him and tell him to stop being a dick?” She asks. 

“No. He’s fine. Just grumpy.” I say. 

“Told you. Old and grumpy.” She says. 

“He said he only wants me to work for two weeks.” I type back. 

“He’s such a crotch.” She types and I laugh at my screen. 

Gracie and I met in college this past year. And she quickly became my favorite person and my best friend. Classes just finished last week, and to celebrate , my ex David, decided to not only dump me and kick me out of our studio apartment, that was in his name, but to also tell me he was bored with me and I was boring and that’s why he was dumping me. Hooray. 

“How old IS he?” I ask. As I think of the tall grumpy dark haired and brown eyed grinch. He was hot. Really hot. I’d been expecting a forty something year old man. Or fifty. with the way she talked about him. 

“Thirty four” she replies. 

“That’s not old.” I say. 

“It’s hella old.” She replies and I laugh at my screen. 

“You didnt say he was A Daddy.” I reply. 

“Huh?” She replies and as I go to type.  

“Oh. EW. Stop. Gross. I’ll vomit. He is NOT a daddy.” She says and I laugh. 

“He definitely is.” I type. 

“Gross Ally! Don’t call my big brother a fucking Daddy! He’s old as shit!” She types and I laugh cause I can imagine her face and her voice freaking out. 

“Daddy’s are old.” I say. 

“Stop it!” She types and I send a dozen laughing emojis. 

“I hate you.” She types. 

“He’s hot.” I type. Half because it’s true and half because I know she’ll huff and be making a vomit sound. 

“Whatever. You’re a skank. And we’re no longer on speaking terms.” She says and I smile. 

“That’s fine. I’ve got Daddy to talk to.” I type. 

She sends and red angry face emoji. 

“lol. I love you” I type. 

“I’m gonna block you.” She says. 

“How will I tell you how attractive Daddy Gray is?” I ask. 

“Ally!!!” She types and I cackle. 

“Love you. I have to settle my things into the guest house. Then go work real hard for Daddy.” 

“YOU ARE A BITCH” She says and then throws a heart emoji at the end. 

“Enjoy Santorini” I type. 

“I will.” She typed with a smirking face. 

“Thank you for helping me.” I type. 

“Shut up. You’re the one helping me. I’d much rather spend my summer here with Mika, than doing WORK.” She says and I laugh. 

“Love you. Be safe”

I type. 

“Love you more.” She types back. 

I unpack a few basic things like toiletries and hair stuff and some makeup. I hang up a few things of clothes. The guest house has two bedrooms. A decent sized kitchen and a living area. It also isn’t that furnished and has a healthy coat of dust. But I’ll clean later. On my own time. What even is my own time? Was this a strict nine to five? I guess I had questions. And couldn’t WAIT to ask them to the man who said he wanted no questions. 

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“Are you hungry?” He mutters from the side of the living area. I’m on the floor. Pulling things out of boxes. Picture frames and a few decorations to add to the area. I’ve wiped them all down. Because even in the boxes they collected a little bit of dust. I look up from where I’m sorts criss cross on the floor. 

“You were a cute lil baby” I say and hold up the picture frame of his mother holding him on her lap as a kid. They’re on a boat , and he’s a chubby little thing. Maybe a year old. Wearing a tiny little life vest and swim shorts and a little bucket hat. His mother is gorgeous and smiling up at the camera. his chubby little fingers wrapped around one of hers on each hand as she holds up his hands. 

He grumbles. 

“You hungry?” He asks again and I sigh. Okay. This man really didn’t want to be friends. Which is fine. It would be two weeks. He clearly  does not want me to make small talk with him. 

“Yeah. I could eat.” I say and then wipe my hands on my overalls and stand up. 

“Do you want me to um, cook something?” I ask. 

“No. I don’t. I’ll order us food.” He says and I blink , trying to fight the urge to tell him to stop being so short with me  and grumpy.  But.  He almost didn’t let me stay to work for him. So I bite my tongue and nod. 

“Alright.” 

“What would you like to eat?” He asks with a sigh as if I should have already offered this information. 

“Where are you ordering from?” I ask. 

“From wherever you want food from.” He says and it’s laced with even more annoyance. 

“Can’t I just, pick something once I know where you’re ordering from? What are you getting?” 

“Dont be difficult.” He says. 

My jaw drops. 

“I’m. Not.” I say and put my hands on my hips. 

“Just tell me what you want. And I’ll order it. It’s simple Alessandra.” He says and the way he says my name. It’s so, annoying. Like he’s talking to a child. 

“Ally. You can call me Ally.” I say. 

He cocks a brow. “See. Difficult.”

I scowl at him and throw my hands off my hips only to slap them right back on. 

“What do you want to eat Alessandra?” He asks again , and again says my name like he’s got some kind of authority over me. Okay. He does. Cause he’s now my boss. But he’s talking like, like he’s my fucking Daddy. It’s annoying and somehow also making me incredibly hot in my belly and between my legs. Yeah. Shut that shit down, I tell myself. 

“I don’t KNOW , Daddy Gray.” I say and watch his eyes widen and his jaw tick. Shit. Reel in the sass Ally. And what the bell? Why did you call him that?

“Do not call me that again.” He says. 

“Then don’t talk to me like that, or say my name like that.” I argue. 

“Like what? It’s your name. Is it not?” 

“Like, I don’t know. Like you’re my master or something. My name. Is Ally.” I huff. 

His nostrils flare slightly and his eyes drop down over me. Not in a “Youre so hot Ally” way, but like he’s judging me and I hate it. 

“Quit looking at me.” I say and watch his eyes lift back up. 

“Should I talk to you with my eyes shut?” He asks. 

“Maybe you should. Because I don’t like your judgey looks.” 

“Not judging. Just, looking.” He says and I cross my arms. 

“How do you feel about Chinese food?” He asks, going back to the subject of food. 

“I feel good about Chinese food” i say and stick my nose in the air and give a little nod. 

“You going to tell me what you want or just continue to cross your arms and look at me?” He asks. 

“Fried rice.” I say. 

“And?” He asks. 

I cross my arms and lift my chin again. 

“And chicken and broccoli.” I say. 

“Is that all?” He asks with a slight tilt of his head. 

“And egg drop soup.” I say. 

His lips faintly twitch and he nods. 

“Does that complete your order Ally?” He asks and I swallow and blink a few times. Even when he uses my preferred nickname, he makes it sound like he’s in charge of me. Why is that so hot? 

“Yup.” I nod and then spin on my feet. 

“If you’ll excuse me I have to get back to work.” I say and plop down with my back to him. 

“And that’s not me. That’s Gracie.” He says and I look down at the photo and a little laugh falls from my lips. Now looking it at , it doesn’t look more like Gracie than him. 

I don’t say anything back though. I just start pulling out more frames from the box. 

“I was MUCH cuter than that.” He says and I turn my head. Because , did he just make a joke? Try to be funny with me? 

I can’t tell because his back is already turning , but I swear these a little smile on his lips.