Songbird by A.J. Adams

Author:A.J. Adams [Adams, A.J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Pronoun
Published: 2017-03-28T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen: Solitaire

I woke up feeling fantastic. Arturo was curled around me, the sun was shining, the birds were singing, and sex the night before had been fantastic. When I shifted a little, Arturo’s arm tightened and he was kissing my neck, all without waking up.

Who would have thought it? Yesterday I’d been angry, hurt and frightened. I knew I was alone, without roots or friends. I’d have to accept whatever Arturo had in store for me, and it scared me stupid. Now I was completely buttery, feeling happy and curious what this new life would be like. What a difference a day makes, right?

So I was on top of the world, and by the feel of the tent pole digging into my back, Arturo was feeling the love, too. I wriggled a bit more, and we started the day with a bang. From there, it all became a bit crazy.

First off, I learned that Arturo was on the go from dawn, regardless of jetlag. I was still curled up in a post-coital haze when he got up and rushed off to his office, telling me that breakfast was at nine. It felt like two minutes later that a woman came in, accompanied by a girl carrying a tray.

“Miss Solitaire, it’s half past eight. El jefe asked me to remind you breakfast is at nine.”

“Whazzahoft?”

“Jetlag,” she smiled. “I am Luz. I run the house for el jefe. I made you espresso.” She waved at the girl. “And this is Eva, your maid.”

That opened my eyes and cleared the fog from my brain. “My what?”

“Eva is a modista, erm, tailor? And she is very expert in hair. She has a little English, too.”

“I don’t need a maid.” The instant I said it, I wished I hadn’t because Eva looked stricken. I looked at her, seeing past the new shiny black dress to the rough hands that were twisting nervously. I remembered Mexico is a poor country, and knew this woman probably had a family depending on her. “I meant,” I amended hastily, “that I’ve never had a maid before.”

“It is the jefe’s order,” Luz sounded as if Arturo was omnipotent, and here, in Nuevo Laredo, he probably was. “Your Spanish teacher arrives at eleven.”

“Jefe’s orders?”

“Sí!”

Yes, I was in Arturo country. “So, Luz, if I’m to go to breakfast, I should put on some clothes. Do you know where my suitcase went?”

And that’s when I discovered I had a suite of my own.

The blue suite, right next door to Arturo’s, was gorgeous. A huge bed, a massive window overlooking the pool, a sunken bath with Jacuzzi jets, a walk-in closet and a gigantic plasma television that popped out from behind a wall hanging of some Balinese girls bathing if you twiddled a button by the bed.

The whole set-up was stunning, but I didn’t have much time to enjoy it, because Eva was dead keen to prove herself. She’d already unpacked for me, and as I showered she was hovering about nervously. My

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