hanging on the wall stuck out from the bland beige carpet and walls.
A few tan loveseats lined the walls and sat in front of the television. A rustling from the closet behind the billiards table startled Maria. She turned away to get out of the room, but she wasn’t quick enough.
“I’m sorry I didn’t see you there,” said a soft female voice.
Maria turned around to see a tiny middle-aged woman with black pants and button-up shirt that matched her pitch black, clearly dyed, curly short hair.
She held a vacuum attachment, a spray bottle and a few rags.
“I’ll get out of your way,” the lady said. “Didn’t know William had a guest in this hallway.”
“He- he didn’t,” Maria stuttered.
“I was…”
“You were exploring. Trying to figure him out.” The lady laughed and nodded.
Maria felt relieved that the lady, who she assumed was the maid, was friendly and seemed understanding.
“He’s a hard one to figure out,” Maria replied with an equally haughty chuckle.
“I’m Maria.”
“Well, if you need anything, call on Mrs. Gilbert,” the maid said, pointing at herself.
“Will do,” Maria said as she proceeded to exit.
“But if you were trying to figure him out,” Mrs. Gilbert said, stopping Maria, “I wouldn’t.”
“Excuse me?”
“It’s not my place, but he’d not want you to snoop.” Mrs. Gilbert paused.
Maria gave her a horrified look.
“I’m not being rude. If you get in trouble, though, I’ll get you out.”
Mrs. Gilbert winked at Maria and shooed her away with a gentle hand. Maria nodded and bid her goodnight.
The maid replied with a smartass comment.
“It’s early morning.”
Maria didn’t feel turned off by Mrs. Gilbert but she did wonder what she meant. Of course no one likes a snoop, but Maria thought she was in the right direction since she was sleeping in a stranger’s home.
With a stranger who could assume it as his business to hurt her. She was being cautious. Not a snoop. What worried her more was Mrs. Gilbert’s warning.
Why talk about Will as if he was such a complicated person?
She returned to her hallway and gently, trying to be quiet, pushed her door open. It squeaked.
She felt a presence walk up behind her.
“Were you looking for something? Bathroom?” Will asked.
“Um, yes,” Maria answered.
She turned around to see his perfectly tanned and sculpted abs. She tried her hardest not to stare.
“I found it.”
“Funny,” Will said, pointing in the opposite direction from which Maria came.
“Bathroom’s that way. Let’s get breakfast and then clean up those wounds.” He started towards the stairs.
“And you’ll have a bath!”
Chapter 5
Maria and Will sat across from each other at the long dining table. The silence between their bites of potatoes and eggs bothered Maria. Made her skin crawl. She took a long time chewing to stare at Will who cut his food so precisely and with such grace.
When he took a bite, she did think it was odd he opened his mouth so wide and bit with so much ferocity. Like his food was a giant piece of meat. Maria closed her eyes and imagined him biting her that way. On her neck. On her thigh. Anywhere.
She watched him lick grease from his peachy lips, wanting to touch them and kiss them herself.
He stopped chewing and stared at her.
“What is it?” he asked with a mouthful of food.
Maria laughed.
“Don’t chew with your mouth open.”
“I’m sorry,” Will said, smiling and embarrassingly looking down at his messy plate.
“I was hungry. Are you almost finished?”
Maria only had a few bites left, so she nodded and put down her fork.
She followed Will up to the restroom. It was painful for Maria to walk. Her knee and thigh throbbed with every step.
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Matthew Woodring Stover; George Lucas