Unstuck by Liliana Camarena Read Free Book Online Page A

obviously, had the day off. I climbed on the double bed that was against the wall and let my head rest on the blue throw pillows while I phoned Nick.
    ”How was it, Sugar?,” He never said hello, never, ever; he went straight into conversation,”Good, weird but good,” I said enjoying the mattress, that felt more comfortable than ever.
    “How is he?” he asked.
    “Patrick Maynard?” I ask and I almost felt Nick nodding on the other end “Yes,” he said.
    “Well, I was impressed to see he is laid back! When it’s business time he puts his business face on but in general he is nice. He jokes around and he asked me to call him Patrick,” I said while pouring a second glass of wine, the last one, tomorrow I was working. I was working everyday, who was I kidding?
    “So you are home now?” Nick asked he wanted to hang out.
    “Oh! I forgot to tell you,” I had completely forgotten that Nicholas didn’t know my living arrangements “I am living here now,”
    “Here where?” he asked confused.
    “Patrick’s house. Well, not IN his house, I stay at his pool house,” I shrugged as if he could see me “What?” he asked “That’s crazy! You are going to be one of those assistants that walk behind his boss all day long, making phone calls for him and arranging for a catering service to deliver his dinner at home?” He meant it as a joke but I knew better “I am going to be exactly that. I had to arrange his clothes for an event tonight,” and surprisingly I didn’t feel bad about it. I was content with my first day.
    “Oh. My. God. Sugar, I can’t even picture you obeying orders and running around. That’s a sight I’d pay to see,” I laughed out loud because he definitely would pay for that and he went on telling me about where he was flying to on Monday. I hung up with him and decided that I was going to take advantage of the chance of going to bed at a decent hour so I slipped in between the sheets and went to sleep in the most comfy bed I’d ever slept on.
     
     
    I heard in the distance a phone ringing. I put my head under the pillow and the phone kept ringing. I reached out to my night table and felt unfamiliar, threw the pillow out of my face and I realized I was in the pool house, I had forgotten. I suddenly realized as well that the phone ringing was my work phone, I took it and saw Patrick’s name on it, and I couldn’t help to see that it was 2 in the morning. “Shit,” I said as I hit the answer button
    “Hello,” I tried not to sound too sleepy although at 2 in the morning I believed it was expected from me to feel that way.
    “Lucinda, could you make me a Sandwich, please?” I rolled my eyes at his request.
    “Sure, be there in a second,” I said as I climbed down the bed “Thanks, you are a doll,” he hung up.
    I walked to the mirror in the room trying to do something to my hair; I just put it up in a messy bun that only resembled to stack of hay, put my slippers on and brushed my teeth.
    As I walked into the kitchen I saw Patrick on a stool by the breakfast counter. He was still wearing his tux and had the bow tie undone hanging on his neck, he looked up and smiled.
    “Pregnant lady cravings,” I half smiled still groggy from my interrupted sleep. He snorted and nodded. “What kind of sandwich?” I asked leaning on the counter by the sink.
    “The one my aunt Magda makes,” I looked at him in disbelief.
    “You are kidding, right? You don’t want me to phone your aunt right now, do you?” I was sure my eyes were about to bulge out of my eyes.
    “No,” he laughed out loud, he looked tired, his green eyes sleepy and his hair was a mess “Ms. Owens keeps a binder somewhere up there,” he pointed to some cabinets, “with the recipes of things I like.” I let out a sigh of relief and went on searching for the blessed binder and sure there it was. A big fat blue binder with lots of document dividers. I looked through all of them: pasta, cereal (what the hell?)