Her insides were shaking as she made her way to her quarters and sat on the queen sized bed. She knew this job was going to be stressful, but being on spot like that, she'd take the local news cameras in her face any day. She was a local celebrity chef here in Atlanta, and she owned the current hottest restaurant by the same name as hers. She remembered back to a week ago, when she'd gotten the call from Paramount Studios, offering to pay her twice her yearly salary to put her life on hold for three weeks to be at these two movie stars every beck and call. Of course she didn't even think twice about the offer, even though cleaning wasn't her strong point, honestly, not even something she liked doing at all. But the publicity she'd get for her restaurant would be worth it, she told herself over and over. If three weeks of cleaning meant an ever successful business, she'd do it in a heart beat. What she wasn't prepared for was how good they looked in real life. Oh, she'd seen the Twilight movies, and fawned over the Cullens with the rest of her girlfriends, but the movies did no justice. She was proud of herself for acting so cool around them. She even surprised herself with her ability to flirt, even though that was subconsciously. Wouldn't hurt to have a little fun, would it? One of the perks of the job she was going to enjoy. But she still had to be professional at all times. If she got one complaint about any unprofessional behavior, she was out. And she definitely didn't want that on her record.
She heaved a heavy sigh, and moved to her dresser and her to do list. Today wasn't too much, since the house was already clean for their arrival, and they hadn't had a chance to dirty anything yet.
She went over the menue for the next week, and tried to plan out when she could go grocery shopping. Another perk of this job, the black American Express card the studio had overnighted her to cover the food expenses. She definitely would have fun grocery shopping. Of course, she had to keep the receipts and a journal of the menue and ingredients to send them back with the card, but as a businesswoman, she was used to keeping detailed lists for records.
She wanted to give them an hour and a half to eat, then she'd go up and clean the kitchen, and prepare for the next round. She browsed through her collection of recipes she'd brought with for her stay, looking for a couple of desserts to make this afternoon before dinner as her mind wandered.
Tomorrow would be their first day of filming their new movie, not a Twilight movie, but she had a generalized schedule for them, so she knew what meals to plan for. They wouldn't need much tomorrow, a breakfast on the fly, ready by seven so they could eat before they left, and then dinner by eight so they could eat when they got back. That was the schedule for the week, and in between, she'd clean, or whatever else needed doing. Maybe work on her tan by the pool out back. Getting paid to lay by the pool was another perk.
She glanced at her phone. Fifteen minutes had gone by. Wow, this being inconspicuous thing was kind of complicated. She knew it was temporary though. She began to unpack, hanging some clothes, placing others in drawers of the dresser. Various jeans and tops, a black pinstripe suit- just in case, her bathing suit, matching underware sets, few pairs of shoes- both heels and flats, and another just in case- a really just in case- a set of black lace panties and a teddy, and another set in red silk. Hell, with these hot guys running around, maybe there'd be a night where she felt like dressing up just to pretend, only to get herself off. She sighed, then finished putting away her remaining clothes- a few skirts, shorts, work out outfits, and toilitries set in her bathroom.
She figured enough time had gone by, and it was safe to go back upstairs and clean the kitchen. Taking one final look around her new temporary home, she nodded with approval and made her way back upstairs. When the coast was clear, she went to the sink and saw they'd done as she asked, and placed their plates in the sink. She began to wrap up the left overs, then rinsed off the plates, silverware and glasses and placed them in the dishwasher, but not starting it. She wiped down the counters and chairs, then the stove. Replacing the cleaning supplies, she went to the pantry to begin assembling her ingredients for a Mississipi Mud cake, then Raspberry bars.
As she was mixing sugar, salt and flour in a bowl, she started when she heard a loud scream, and then a splash. She stepped out past the fridge into the dining area to the windows overlooking the in-ground pool in the back yard, just in time to see Kellan pop up out of the water and flip his hair back and run his hands over his face, wiping away the water with a huge grin on his face. She saw Rob laughing, sitting in a lounge chair facing the house in board shorts and shades. She smiled and shook her head, thinking she had to get back to the cake, and not watch these gorgeous men horsing around in the pool. Of course Kellen then chose the moment she was having an internal debate to hoist himself out of the pool, his skin glistening with water droplets as he jumped up and dashed towards the slide. She couldn't help but gawk. His muscles flexed with movement, the sun reflecting off the water, giving the illusion they really did sparkle. It was when he slid down the slide again and landed with a splash did she snap back to reality, and noticed her panties were probably as wet as Kellan was out of the pool. Blushing like crazy and thankful no one had seen her, she ran back to the safety of the kitchen, and pulled out her phone and turned on her music and put in ear buds so she would no longer be tempted to be distracted. Make the cake, make the cake, she chanted to herself, mixing the ingredients, trying her best not to think of Kellan glistening in the sun with his abs of steel and perfect smile with adorable dimples.
Chapter Three