His Every Move by Kelly Favor Read Free Book Online Page B

tour of the entire house. He and Red had done the walk of the property by themselves, and it had taken well over an hour and a half.
    Meanwhile, Kallie and Nicole were busy prepping dinner.
    “Where’s Chef Roland when you need him?” Nicole said, as she breaded the chicken breasts beside Kallie.
    “Nicole, why don’t you go sit and relax in the living room? I’ve got this covered.”
    “No way,” Nicole said, shaking her head side to side. “I’m making this dinner.
    I’m not going to let you do this all on your own. Besides, there’s nothing I’d rather do than cook an amazing meal for the woman who sent me my husband’s sex tape.”
    Kallie cringed and looked around. Luckily, Red and Ray were nowhere in sight.
    “Isn’t Erica a little suspicious that you’ve invited her to the house after she sent you that DVD?”
    “I’m pretty sure she thinks I kept it to myself, and now I’m trying to win her over because I’m terrified of her,” she confided.
    Not long after, the doorbell rang, signaling Erica Jameson’s arrival.
    “Oh, who could it be now?” Nicole called out in a singsong voice.
    “I’ll get it,” Kallie replied. “You tend to the chicken cutlets.”
    “Aye aye, captain,” Nicole said, pretending to salute.
    Kallie looked back at her, wondering if Nicole was getting loopy from the stress of everything.
    This was turning into a disaster of epic proportions.
    When she finally opened the front door, Kallie found Erica Jameson was standing there with three chic pieces of luggage sitting beside her. “Well, hello,” she said, her cold eyes piercing Kallie with a total lack of warmth. “I didn’t expect to be greeted by the maid.”
    “I’m not the maid, I’m the nanny.”
    Erica waved her off, walking inside. “Could you attend to my bags, please? I’ve had a long and exhausting flight and drive.”
    “Oh, of course, ma’am,” Kallie replied, trying keep herself from being overtly rude.
    Nicole was right, Kallie thought. Erica believed she’d beaten Nicole into submission with that sex tape threat.
    “Where’s my son?” Erica demanded.
    “I believe he’s with…” Kallie caught herself, as she reached down to grab Erica’s luggage. The last thing she wanted to do was blow the “surprise” that Erica’s ex-husband was currently on the premises.
    “I believe Red’s in the game room,” was all she said.
    “No matter how mature he supposedly becomes, Red is still a little boy at heart.
    All men are the same.” Erica glanced at her, as Kallie hefted the bags. “You should keep that in mind if you intend on marrying,” Erica continued.
    “I will, ma’am.”
    Erica snorted, walking through the foyer. “No you won’t. Nobody ever listens to their elders anymore.”
    “Would you like me to bring these to your room?”
    “Please do. And I’d like my room to be one furthest away from any noise. I don’t enjoy being woken up by any frivolities or hanky-panky that goes on around here.”
    She eventually made it to Erica’s room with all her baggage. By this time, Kallie was sweating and disheveled. Erica glanced around as Kallie dropped the suitcases to the floor. “It’s amazing,” Erica said, her eyes narrowed with critical disapproval. “With all of that money they can’t do more to make this feel like something other than a Holiday Inn.”
    “Well, I love the Holiday Inn,” Kallie said.
    Erica gave her a glance of dismay. “Good for you, dear. When is dinner going to be served?”
    “I’m not sure, but probably within the hour.”
    Erica nodded. “Have my son come and see me as soon as possible. Run along now.”
    Kallie smiled, feeling as though Erica expected her to curtsy before she took her leave. Red’s mother seemed to be under the impression that they had gone back to the times of kings and queens and aristocracy. Clearly, the woman fancied herself a noblewoman and Kallie was simply another peasant to order around.
    She left the room, feeling