The House of Fabulous
Keywords: of, Fabulous, The, House,
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I handed it to her and she understood.
"You are very convincing, having fooled me for a while, but you work with her day in and day out. You don"t think she wouldn"t put two and two together when she showed up at your house? They show up and you aren"t there but Stacy is present? No one, no matter who they are, can pass that test!"
"I guess I was just hoping."
"Don"t be so hard on yourself." She said, patting me on the hand. "Can"t fool everyone all the time."
"I"d be happy with some of the people some of the time." I replied.
"You"re better than that."
I smiled and we slid out of the booth together.
"Have a good night ladies." The hostess said as we walked by.
"Ready to hit the sack?" Julie asked as we approached the car.
"To sleep you mean?" I asked hesitatingly. I didn"t know if I should bring up our earlier tryst, even in jest. "About what happened earlier tonight Julie . . .."
"Not to worry Stacy. Christa did sanction my actions." She said, making it sound better in a sterile sort of way.
I nodded, not entirely convinced. I wasn"t going to bring it up with Christa because Julie could just as easily made up it up. Once we climbed into the car, myself finding the passenger seat again without thinking about it, she continued.
"I won"t bring it up with Christa if you don"t. If she questions me, I won"t lie, but I won"t go into all the wonderful, juicy details either for that matter."
Good enough I suppose.
I smiled. She smiled. We drove home without another word and pulled into the garage two minutes later, finding the inside garage door unlocked as Julie was told it would be.
Even having worn comfortable flats today my feet were still aching. I couldn"t wait until I stepped from the shower and passed out in bed.
"Good night Stacy." She said as we neared the hallway, the two occupied bedrooms dark and doors closed.
"Good night Julie." I replied.
She stopped and stood there watching me. She had a smirk on her lips but it didn"t match the one raised eyebrow she was also displaying.
"Have a good night Ms. Jackson." I corrected.
"Same to you." She said.
We were still in the hall together and she already had her dress off from around her neck and hanging at her waist that wonderful body exposed as she gave me one last, long look before stepping into her room and closing the door.
I went back to my own room, stripping off the clothes and undergarments into one big heap in the center of the bedroom and climbed into the hot shower, quickly scrubbing off the bulk of the makeup. The false eyelashes I had forgotten about came off with the scrubbing and I declared them a loss. They had made quite a difference in my appearance and I would have to find some more in the future.
I wasn"t overly concerned about getting all the makeup off but didn"t get out of the shower immediately either. I was too tired to get out but too tired to stay in there too. Finally giving in, I turned off the water and stepped out, toweling off and stepping into my nightie. Within seconds I was in bed and drifting peacefully off to sleep as I had predicted.
"You too. I"ve heard a lot about you in the last twenty-four hours." He said, throwing his wife a resigned look. "If you have any associates who are interested in light housekeeping please provide Lisa with a way to contact them." Apparently I might not be the only maid in the neighborhood in the coming weeks ahead.
I smiled at Lisa and she beamed back, clearly getting what she wanted and I was the leverage she was using.
"Can we help you with those?" she asked.
"Oh. No. Thank you. If you wouldn"t mind getting the trunk lid I would appreciate it."
"I"ve got it." Roger offered, stepping up and closing it.
"Are you here to see Christa?"
"Actually yes. She invited Roger and I over for dinner."
My jaw slackened at the revelation.
"I am so sorry." I said apologetically. "I didn"t know. Please come in."
I lead the way into the house and set the packages on the counter.
"Would you like anything to drink?" I asked, leading them through the livingroom towards the adjoining room.
"We can wait for dinner Stacy. Thank you." Roger said and Lisa concurred.
I stopped at the steps and they continued down into the greatroom where they met up with the trio and introductions were made. I placed the packages in the master bedroom and had returned to the kitchen just as the timer chimed and although a crock-pot was very forgiving I was looking for something to do in order to take my mind off of our neighbors unexpected appearance. Convinced it was done I removed the roast, potatoes and carrots and placed them on the serving dish before carrying it to the dining room. Setting a dish of coleslaw and basket of rolls on the table completed the meal and I returned to the kitchen to retrieve the chilled bottle of wine when the front doorbell chimed. I hurried to the dining room to set the wine in its place and was ready to answer the door when Christa walked by to get it.
"I"ve got it Stacy. Thanks." She said, walking briskly across the living room, her breast swaying as she walked across the carpet in her high heels.
"Thank you ma"am." I said, walking to the greatroom.
"Dinner is ready." I announced.
The group in the greatroom rose from the couches and followed me to the dining room where they awkwardly attempted to identify their seats, wanting to follow some unknown rules of etiquette. They left the seat at the head of the table empty and took up positions on either side, Terry and Julie to one side and our neighbors Lisa and Roger on the other.
It was then that I heard voices from the foyer.
"Stacy? Could you give me a hand please?"
I left our guests and went to the foyer, steeling myself for the unknown and drew a breath when I rounded the corner ready to keep my eyes on my wife and to not flinch or hesitate. I still staggered slightly in my own heels when I entered the living room and caught sight of three people standing in the foyer but managed to keep my composure. It wasn"t easy to do when I saw them standing there.
"Yes ma"am?" I said, noting in my peripheral vision another couple, this one my secretary Debbie from work and her husband!
I involuntarily held my breath, as I stood there ready to be of service.
"Please open this and put it on ice also for dinner." She said, handing me a bottle of white wine that the Hennesey"s must have brought.
"Yes ma"am." I said, taking it from her and wanting to race away with it.
I turned and tried to make a casual retreat back to the safety of my kitchen, managing to reach the refrigerator and hold onto the handle for support.
"Let"s start eating before it gets cold." Christa said, leading the Hennesey"s into the diningroom where she made the necessary introductions amidst the flying serving plates and silverware.
I opened up the wine was a satisfying "pop" and placed it into a cooling vessel, crushed ice going in around the clear bottle. Steeling myself for the inevitable, I walked into the living room and set the wine next to the red.
"Can I get anyone else something to drink?" I asked, trying to make it appear that I wasn"t shying away from our newest arrivals. Debbie took up the chair next to Julie while her husband Glenn sat at the end of the table opposite Christa.
"Debbie. Glenn. This is our maid Stacy who just started with us this week. Stacy? This is Debbie and Glenn Hennesey."
"It"s a pleasure to meet you both." I said, nodding in deference to them as they paused in filling their plates.
"You too." Debbie replied for the both of them.
"I"ll just have some of the Merlot." He said, pushing some roast onto this plate. I took up the bottle of red wine and filled his glass.
"Ma"am?"
"I"ll take some of the white when it cools down. Thank you."
"Yes ma"am. Does anyone need anything else?"
Terry finished off his beer and handed it to me wanting another.
"Ma"am? Ms. Jackson?"
Julie motioned to her coke while Christa mentioned the Merlot. I stepped over and poured her a glass.
"Mr. and Mrs. Campbell?" I asked, finishing the rounds of the table.
"I"ll just have ice water." Lisa replied. Roger thought Terry"s beer sounded good.
I picked up the empty basket that had held the rolls minutes earlier and retreated to the kitchen to fill the various requests while the group continued to dine. Within moments, the crowd was satisfied and I had topped off the handful of serving dishes with meat and vegetables.
"In fact I think I ran into Stacy earlier today at the store." Debbie said as I stepped back into the room and llaid the newly laden main serving dish back in the center of the table.
I nodded an acknowledgment and smiled toward the woman who, until this week, was spending her time sitting outside my office handling various tasks for me. She winked and returned to her meal.
"Yes. Stacy was out picking up a few items for tonight in fact."
I went back to the kitchen and began moving the empty dishes to the sink when I noted a presence behind me.
"Stacy?" Christa spoke, having left her guests for a moment.
"I"m sorry ma"am. Is there something you need?" I felt like a frazzled waittress wanting everything to be perfect and feeling as though I had forgotten something.
"I just wanted to tell you that so far your job performance has been splendid. I didn"t think you would do this great of a job right out of the gate but so far I"ve been very impressed."
"Thank you ma"am." I said softly, slightly embarrassed, unable to meet her gaze.
"I hope I can rely on you to make tonight"s gathering a complete success? Yes?" she said rising one eyebrow expectantly.
"Of course ma"am. Anything."
"I knew you would do a great job here and that you wouldn"t disappoint me. In fact, here is twenty dollars. I just confirmed that both Lisa and Roger aren"t partial to the french silk pie and I need you to run up to the corner market and pick up something else. Strawberry shortcake if you can get it. Won"t have time to get frozen strawberries but some fresh fruit and glaze should work.
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