The Actor by Brooks Maya

Author:Brooks, Maya [Brooks, Maya]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub, azw3
Published: 2013-11-24T18:30:00+00:00

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The next morning, a scent of cinnamon and coffee pulled Laura towards the kitchen. Marc flipped pancakes.

“You looked so cute I didn’t want to wake you.”

She stole a kiss and went to peek through the window. Right outside, the pale winter sun shone on a hideous monster of a chair standing in the snow.

I already forgot how ugly that thing is. Good thing he took it out or it would have chased me in my dreams.

Taking a seat at the kitchen table, she leaned her chin in her hand and watched him. How could a man look so good in an apron with a break-dancing panda bear?

Seeing him cook always fascinated her. Was he playing a role? Did he decide to be a master-chef and just… did it?

He tossed a pancake in the air and caught it.

“Show-off.”

“Yup. Is it working?”

She didn’t have a chance to answer: someone knocked on the door.

“Would you get that sweetie? I don’t want to burn this.”

Answering his door seemed scary, but she couldn’t say no, so she shuffled through the hall.

This looks pretty good now. If we hang some pictures and get a better lamp it might be really nice.

Not until she actually opened, seeing three people outside stare with surprise, did she remember what she looked like.

Oh crap.

Barefoot, dressed in sweatpants and a hello kitty t-shirt, not wearing any make-up, and with her hair tucked up in a big messy pile under a hair-clip, she was clearly the last thing they expected to see.

When she said, “Hello” she also remembered she wasn’t wearing a bra and the years hadn’t exactly left her breasts unaffected by gravity.

Was it too late to pull her tummy in?

Deeming from the look on their faces, they had already seen all they needed to see.

Too much.

One of the men was older with steely gray eyes. He frowned, and his stare reminded her of a hawk focusing on its pray. Next to him stood a man a couple of years younger than her, dressed in an impeccable overcoat and suit. He arranged his face into a polite smile.

“Hello yourself. My name is Lawrence, and this is Anne and Bill. We would very much like to…”

The third member of the group interrupted through pushing her way past them all. She breezed past Laura and glared.

“Wow, groupies have sure gotten old lately.”

What? How rude!

She wanted to give a witty response, but all words were gone and she closed her mouth so hard her teeth rattled.

The woman was too beautiful.

Her hair was shiny, her make-up perfect, the skinny jeans didn’t reveal a flaw on her body, and the short leather jacket seemed to be tailored for her.

That must be Marc’s wife. Not good.

She never imagined actually meeting the woman, even less having to defend herself to her.

Marc stepped into the hallway, waving a spatula.

“Anne, if you ever call my girlfriend a groupie again, I will hit you, so help me God.”

The beauty stared at him with gaping mouth.

“You’re cooking? You must be worse off than these goons said, how drunk are you? What did you take?”

He cooks for me all the time.

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