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walked into Sheridan's room eyeing the opened suitcase on the
bed. Angel asked, "How long are we going for?"
replied, "What? You know how long we are going home for.
We are going home for 4 days plus two days spent traveling,
more or less. Why?"
sure you know. No over packing!" Angel said with a smirk
as she walked back into her bedroom.
"SHUT UP! I
do not over pack. I just want to make sure I have everything
I need that's all."
An hour later, the
girls plopped down on the couch, unwinding from their weekend.
"So, what did
you do this weekend?" Sheridan asked Angel.
Speaking while yawning,
she replied, "I stayed at Nick's. Friday night, when we
got to his place, he bought a real Christmas tree and put the
lights on it. It was so sweet of him. We snuggled while watching
my favorite movie. Saturday morning, we finished decorating
"I thought you said you had some alone time. How the hell
could you have been alone if Nick was with you?"
"Well, we were
together, but out on a boat. It was very peaceful and we didn't
talk much at all. I finished reading my book and some magazines
while Nick was busy driving the boat. When we anchored, he relaxed
and wrote some songs. We had a picnic. It was very relaxing
and quiet." Angel finished with a look of content on her
"You are so
falling in love with him," Sheridan blurted out.
Angel's smile reached
her ears, "Yeah, I am."
After a moment, Angel
snapped out of her daze, "So tell me, how did it go on
Sheridan told Angel
about her appointment with Jacob. Angel was laughing in hysterics
picturing Sheridan jumping and spilling the water on her and
I am going to go meet the boss at ten in the morning. I told
his assistant that I was going to go home for the holidays.
What was really weird was that he wanted all my personal information."
Sheridan had still been stuck on that.
give the info to him, did you? I mean you don't even know if
you are going to be hired," Angel frowned seeing Sheridan's
face. "You did, didn't you? How could you do that? This
isn't home Sheridan, they have really freaky people here."
"We have freaky
people at home too, besides I need a job." Sheridan defended
her actions. "The job is actually a raise for me. A really
big one, I might be able to buy a new car."
"We could use
a new car," Angel lightened up; there was no sense in raining
on Sheridan's sunshine mood, even if she was being stupid. "What
else did you find out?"
"It's a guy,
he's not old, he's not an eccentric, and he's not gay, but he's
a definite Metro."
Angel began to laugh
which promptly turned into a snort. "I meant a name or
"Oh, no I didn't,"
Sheridan's brow crinkled.
"You are such
a blonde. I'm not letting you out of my sight ever again."
Angel chastised as she phoned in the pizza order.
cooking?" Sheridan looked at the pile of towels on the
end of the couch and began folding them.
I don't want to."
"If you hadn't
been with Carter doing the nasty all weekend you wouldn't be
so damn tired."
Angel hung up the
phone, "Are you jealous?"
"Yes I am!"
Sheridan snapped the towel out in the air.
Angel had to giggle
at the pouting, undersexed princess sitting on the couch. "Maybe
you could hook-up with someone when we get home. Pick someone
up at Chiller's."
"God I hope
so!" Sheridan folded the towel and smoothed the fabric.
"Going solo isn't as fun as it used to be."
Angel laughed even
louder, "You're such a pig sometimes." Angel grabbed
a handful of towels and headed to the linen closet to put them
away. "Let me know if I need to add batteries to the grocery
Sheridan was laughing
as loud as Angel. The two of them were in girlfriend mode, which
usually meant everything was fair game.
Looking in Sheridan's
room, she counted no less than five suitcases. "Sheridan!"
Angel walked into the room waiting for Sheridan to join her.
Sheridan innocently questioned but she knew what the problem
tickets state, two bags to check, one to carryon, and a small
personal object." Angel pointed to the suitcases. "There
is nothing small sitting there."
only checking one so I thought that I could…"
"No! Now while
we wait for our pizza, we are going to go through these bags."
Angel picked up the suitcase with both hands. "You're over
the weight limit too," as she tossed it on the bed.
"I don't want
to," Sheridan grumbled as she watched Angel dig through
Angel rolled her
eyes as she pulled summer sandals from the suitcase. "You
don't need these, it's home, we have snow."
"Just in case…"
Sheridan eyed Angel as Angel began to separate her things into
piles. "What are you doing?"
into three piles; one for yes, one for maybe, and one for 'no
By the time they
were finished, Sheridan was down to two bags and all the items
that were removed from the luggage were now put away. They were
finishing up finding a nice outfit for the interview tomorrow
when the pizza came.
Angel answered the
door, paid for the food and tip, and then slammed the door shut.
They ate, talked, and drank wine. On their second bottle, they
both were feeling a little silly, but were enjoying the feeling.
The phone rang a few times but it went unanswered. One being
Nick, one being Kevin, and once being Sheridan's mother who
babbled until the beeper when off and then called back to finish
what she was saying and yelled at the girls because the tape
was too short.
"I'm so dreading
going home and facing them. I was fired, me, Moi…"
Angel drained the
bottle into her glass, "Maybe you won't have to. If you
get this job tomorrow you can just tell them that you switched
"Well I'm going
to bed. I can't think anymore. I need to sleep; I have to be
up early. Say a prayer for me."
Angel held the phone in her hand until she heard Sheridan's
door close. Hitting the pre-programmed telephone number on the
portable, she waited for him to answer. "Hello, Nick,"
she purred into the phone.
Waking groggy and
with a slight headache at seven, Sheridan took a long hot shower.
Coffee, Tylenol, and a bagel put her back on her feet. After
dressing carefully and putting on her make up, she peaked in
Angel's room. Seeing the phone on the floor beside her bed,
she knew Angel was up late talking to Nick. After wishing herself
luck, she headed off to her meeting, interview, whatever they
wanted to call it. On her way out the door, she grabbed Angel's
can of pepper spray, "You never can be too safe,"
she mumbled as she walked to her car.
The directions Jacob
had given her were very detailed and she was grateful for it.
The road was long and twisty as she drove up the hillside. Glancing
again at the structure and then down to the paper, her heart
began to pound. The address was for a home, not a business.
Her eyes went back to the house and studied it more carefully.
It was a moderate home by L.A. standards but would be an exclusive
home in an upscale neighborhood anywhere else. The outside had
a neatly trimmed lawn and hedges. One hedge was so large you
could barely see the yellow house. Checking her watch she noticed
she was twenty minutes early, she wasn't sure if she wanted
to go into a private home by herself. Picking her cell phone
up from the seat, she dialed home to see if she might get Angel
A sleepy, "Hello,"
was whispered back at her.
Angel bolted right
up in the bed. "What's wrong?"
"It's a house,
not an office, and it's in a nice neighborhood, sort of posh
but it doesn't look like anyone is around."
The sleep cleared
quickly from Angel's head, this was L.A. and not home. "Listen,
leave your cell on so I can hear when you go to the door."
Thinking about how
that would look to her future employer, she hesitated, "That
would be rude." Silently Sheridan sat in her car and Angel
sat on the other end of the phone at home.
Angel was trying
to think, but without coffee, it wasn't easy. "Give me
the address, if you don't call me back in a half hour, I will
"Did you know
that abductions in L.A. are more common than anywhere else in
the world? I read that in the paper." Sheridan was trying
to calm her nerves by voicing her fears. "They send the
women to a foreign country to be sex slaves."
"I don't need
to hear that right now Sheridan," Angel pinched the bridge
of her nose while she squeezed her eyes shut. "I already
don't like this so don't say anything to add to it."
From the window,
he could see a very tense woman sitting in her car talking on
her cell phone. He was now pacing and peaking out of the window,
using the curtain as a type of camouflage. "What the hell
is taking so long?" he complained to an empty house. A
house that might not be so empty in time, if he could just get
her to the door; it would be nice to have someone to talk to
while he was working. The conversation that he had with his
mother, Anne, about his plan, repeated in his head. "Are
you sure you just aren't trying to play house?"
Kevin blew up at
her and hung up. When he called back to apologize he told his
mother that a friend, a good friend, needed a job.
"How many friends
do you employ now Kevin?"
Again, his anger
flared at her. "This is different," Kevin barked back
Anne was unwavering
at this point, she knew her son well enough. She had given birth
to him. He was always responsible, always wanting to help friends,
even if it wasn't the wisest idea at the time. "It's only
different Kevin because you want to… have a relationship… with
her." Relationship seemed to be the word of choice, however
her son was the all around average American male and she knew
what he really wanted. The problem was, when it's your son,
you hope you raised him not to think that way. In the end, the
male hormones and genetics usually overrode everything you had
taught them. After raising three boys, she knew that to be the
A sturdy rap on his
door sent him flying to the other side of the room. Looking
out the peephole, she had her bag pulled tightly against her
and something in her hand. It didn't look like a cell phone
though, it was rounder.
Looking once in the
mirror, he looked good, very good in a pair of jeans and a black
turtleneck sweater. The look fit him, and he was hoping she
liked it as well.
Taking a very deep
breath, he held it for a second, and then let it out slowly
as he opened the door. "Good Morning!"
An arm shot out at
him, the one holding something, and it went straight for his
face. He grabbed her forearm as shock ran over her face as well
as his. Kevin recognized the can of pepper spray immediately.
"Don't spray me," Kevin turned his face to the side
as he yanked on her arm and pulled her into the house. The door
shoved closed with a foot. "Don't spray me, please!"
Kevin was panicking, he heard that shit burned and he had a
flight to catch. Not to mention that even though his neighborhood
generally looked deserted, it wasn't and they never missed the
goings on at each others' homes.
Sheridan's arm relaxed,
the can was removed from her grip, and set on the small table
next to the door. She stood staring at him, not saying a word.
Kevin waited but
assumed that she was so shocked that she wasn't going to talk.
"Look, this is on the up and up. I need an assistant, one
who I trust. If I had asked you directly, you would have said
no. Sometimes I get the impression that you don't like me."
In his head, he was hoping that the good Lord didn't strike
him dead for that mouth full of lies.
"You want me
to work for you here and the movie?" Sheridan stood immobile.
Kevin couldn't get
over the small pout on her face, sometimes she reminded him
of a mystical fairy or one of those old fashion dolls. Her features
were small and cute, her upturned nose, and oh those lips. "Ah
yeah," was all that he could say, he was checking out the
short black skirt that was showing a little more than a modest
amount of leg.
Her hands wrung together,
"I don't know, it doesn't seem right. The salary is good.
Was that number just for me or for anyone who took the job?"
Kevin cleared his
throat, "Anyone who took the job."
Sheridan looked around the room.
you this was a one on one meeting, didn't he?" Kevin mentally
thought he would kill the man if he hadn't.
Sheridan looked around
the house from her place in the foyer; the house was furnished
with a mix of Mission and Art Deco items, except the huge black
leather sofa that seemed to be the centerpiece of the living
room. "Yes he did, but I thought he might be here. I liked
him, he's very nice."
"Do you want
to stand in my hallway all morning or would you like to come
in so we can talk?" Kevin was now annoyed, Sheridan was
acting like a frightened kitten.
I was just very anxious about this. I meet a guy who hires me
for a guy I don't know. I was so stupid, I never asked for your
name. Then I decide to drive to an address in a neighborhood
that I don't know and it's a house that I blindly walk up to."
Sheridan still stood locked in her place. Kevin's hand on her
arm made her jump.
Kevin led her to the kitchen where the aroma of coffee filled
the air. Pouring her a cup, with milk and sugar he handed it
to her. "So do you want the job?" He pulled a stool
out from the breakfast bar and sat. Pulling the stool out next
to him for her to sit, he gestured with a nod to her.
"I don't know
if this is right. We have the movie… What are people going to
say?" Sheridan sat on the stool next to him.
"Hell, I'm not
worried about that. Wait until they find out Nick Carter has
fallen in love and is off the market," Kevin laughed.
her head to him; the words were out, "Seriously?"
"Oh yeah, Little
Man is toast as far as the sweet Angel is concerned," Kevin
That is a new one," Sheridan smiled back. Once she could
get over the fact that she was working for the man that she
had an erotic dream about this morning, she would be okay. The
thought that now she would see him day and night, lulled her
thinking temporarily. "So what am I supposed to be doing
for you and please tell me it's not being a gopher?"
I need really. You are more organized than anyone I know. That
night at the apartment, you straightened out all my paperwork
perfectly. Jacob told me that you wouldn't reveal whom you are
currently working for, so I know I can trust you. Anyone else
would have shot their mouth off to get a job with that salary.
You are usually on time."
Turning her head
to the side, she gave him a coy smile, "Sometimes I run
on Backstreet Time but I have a feeling my new boss won't mind."
Kevin reached out to hug her.
Sheridan pulled away,
"No, no, no, not appropriate. Remember no relations with
Kevin's face went
blank and then red from shame, "Sometimes I just don't
know when to close my mouth."
"Why? It usually
takes you so long to get the words out," Sheridan's hand
flew to her mouth. Did that really come out of her? "Fan
moment," she meekly added.
By the look on her
face, she had missed what he was trying to imply by a mile.
In a way, he was glad that Sheridan was a typical ditzy blonde,
at least that is how he thought of her. "I'm sure you will
have some of those now and then. Now let's show you around.
I have an office for you just outside my studio. It was originally
a library and I converted it when I moved in."
Kevin took her on
a tour of the house, showing her every nook and cranny except
one closed door. Kevin pushed open the door and smiled, "I
saw yours, now you can see mine."
Glimpsing into the
room, the old-fashioned sleigh bed dominated the room. The dressers
were all antique and matched. Oh how she longed to have matching
A smile played on
his lips, "No snooping."
Sheridan huffed just
as her cell phone rang, "Oh I forgot to call Angel."
"So that's who
you were talking to out in the car." Kevin grabbed the
cell phone and answered it for her. "Miss Anderson's line,
can I help you?"
Angel frowned at
the phone as Nick paced and then dialed a number into his cell
phone. "I can't believe she hasn't called. I'm calling
Kevin." Nick punched the number quickly.
Kevin heard every
word Nick said and dashed into his bedroom. Picking up the phone
that sat on the nightstand he handed it to Sheridan. "Answer
it," he whispered.
"Is this Kevin?"
Angel spoke into the phone.
Kevin changed his voice as his house phone rang.
residence," Sheridan giggled.
"What the hell
are you doing at Kevin's?"
"Kevin is my
new boss," Sheridan smiled as Kevin leaned on the doorframe
and she leaned on the wall.
me?" Nick laughed. "That dude is a dawg, it worked."
Sheridan could barely make out what Nick was saying he was laughing
yelled and ducked as Angelina slapped him.
nice move, talk to you later." Angel hung up the phone.
Turning to Nick she waited, somebody had some explaining to
Both phones were
disconnected simultaneously. "I couldn't hear Nick he was
laughing so hard."
Kevin whispered under his breath. Speaking up he said, "Come
on, I'll show you to our offices."
"You want me
to work today?" Sheridan questioned.
Kevin rolled his
eyes, "Well it's not like you have a job to go to. How
about we just get some things organized?"
leaves at three for Lexington right?"
Kevin walked to the opposite side of the house with Sheridan
following him. "See, you already knew that. We can drop
all the pretences and just get to work."
situation is pretentious," Sheridan quipped.
"Ya know, I'm
used to mouth from Angel, not you."
"Yeah I know,
fan moment." Kevin laughed as he pulled the double doors
Sheridan gasped. "You would never know all this was in
point. There's your desk, my office is in there. Set up your
desk the way you like it and then show me where you are going
to put things."
"Are you going
the heads up," Sheridan laughed as he went into his office
and shut the door. Sitting down, she was grinning from ear to
ear. So many things were rushing around her head, even a secret
little sex fantasy about secretary and boss. She let it go and
then began to settle in.
The time went quickly
as they worked to gain some organization. Kevin called a halt
to the work a half hour before he was to leave for the airport.
"Okay, here are the keys to the house, the alarm codes,
and all my phone numbers."
"I have all
your phone numbers," Sheridan held onto the keys.
"Not all of
them. I have to call a cab." Kevin headed to the phone.
take you and then I'll head home. I have to pick up some things
for dinner for Angel and I. She didn't want to grocery shop,
since we were leaving." Okay, one little white lie to the
new boss won't send me to hell.
Kevin hauled his bags out to her car. Frowning as he got into
the small tin can of a car.
Sheridan was a little
perturbed at his dislike for her car, "You could have called
"Until you buy
a new car, I will." Kevin threw an empty Burger King bag
into the backseat.
"I can't afford
a new car," Sheridan frowned.
"With what I'm
paying you, yes you can. When we get back into town, you're
buying a new car." Kevin gripped the dashboard as the car
made an unholy sound at the light; it scared the hell out of
"It needs some
work," Sheridan laughed as she pulled up to the unloading
zone at LAX. "Shouldn't Carlos or someone be with you?"
Kevin pulled his bags out of the back seat. He didn't know what
possessed him to do it but he leaned into the car and planted
a quick kiss on her cheek. "See you when I get back."
Sheridan was sitting
in the unloading zone, looking in the rearview mirror where
Kevin had just kissed her. A horn honking brought her back to
reality. "Oh my God," I've worked for the man for
less than a day and he kissed me." Turning the car over,
she groaned, "It's going to be a long Christmas vacation."
Back at the apartment,
Angel was still seething.
She had been beyond
worried about Sheridan. After Angel talked to Sheridan on her
cell phone the first time, she had called Nick immediately.
He could tell she was a nervous wreck and went over to comfort
her. He was planning on spending the night anyways since they
would all be leaving in the morning. He just came earlier than
"You knew? Nick,
please tell me you didn't know about this idiotic plan of his?"
Angel begged after she hung up on Kevin.
calm down. I didn't tell you anything because I didn't know
all the details. I suspected Kevin was up to something, but
I didn't know the entire plan."
"I'm sorry you
got all upset and worried," Nick pulled Angel into a hug
as he stroked her hair, trying to calm her down. "If I
had known how upset you would be, I would have talked to Kevin."
"He can be."
"He's a control
to drive me insane calling, looking for her."
think; he may be over here almost as much as I am."
Angel raised her
head off Nick's shoulder and looked him in the eye. "Oh
good God, what have I done to deserve this?"
Laughing, Nick reassured
his girlfriend, "That's okay. You can stay over my place
more often." Leaning down, he softly kissed Angel's lips.
His gentleness was replaced quickly as he bit her lower lip,
causing Angel to moan. Relaxing into his embrace, Angel began
to respond to Nick's seduction, intensifying the urgency as
she search out his tongue for a dual.
Her hands began massaging
his scalp and she played with his hair. Nick's hands roamed
over Angel's body, drawing more moans from within. Breaking
apart breathless, Angel looked up into Nick's sparkling blue
eyes and said, "We should probably go to my room."
Nick nodded his head
in agreement, as he picked her up, walked into her room, and
shut the door with his foot.
A couple of hours
later, Sheridan returned home to see Angel and Nick's luggage
by the front door. The apartment was eerily quiet. Sheridan
went into the kitchen to see what was left to eat. "Nothing,"
As she walked back
to the living room, Sheridan noticed Angel's bedroom door closed.
"Great. They'll both have the 'just been fucked' look and
I'll still be the same." Sheridan mumbled. "I'm totally
finding a boy toy when I'm home."
After a minute, Sheridan's
stomach growled. "Great. Not only am I talking to myself,
I'm hungry too. That's it." Sheridan raced off the couch
and went straight for Angel's door. She began to pound on her
door, "Okay love birds, enough for now. You need food to
replenish your energy. I'm hungry."
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