The Other Side
- ISBN-10
- 1697456146
- ISBN-13
- 9781697456141
- Series
- The Other Side
- Pages
- 199
- Language
- English
- Published
- 2019-10-30
- Author
- Alison Beamon
Description
"State your name and business." A male voice barked through the speaker. "Julie Masters, beck and call girl." That last part was unnecessary but she felt like adding it so she did. Fletcher had told her that was what he wanted, so that was what he was getting. A buzzer sounded and the gates glided open, sliding to the sides as she watched. This house was stunning. It sat tall and proud and looked perfectly maintained. The windows even looked clean, that was something that she hated doing. So it was something that she would often notice in other people's homes. Julie drove around to the garage and parked along the edge. She was not sure where to park her little Honda. Stepping from the car she tried to take in the house. Calling it a house was like calling Niagara Falls a little creek. Lost in her own thoughts she walked toward the door. There was a fountain in the middle of what looked like a horse shoe driveway. The water splashed and made the most relaxing sound. All of the shrubs were immaculately pruned. She wondered if that was someone's full time job. The house reminded her a lot of Fletcher. He was a man that rarely ever had a hair out of place. The man was walking perfection and his house seemed to match. Two large German Shepards came bounding around the house toward her. She had never had a pet, because her mother did not want the responsibility, but the Brocks had always had a dog. The dogs came up to her and sniffed her wagging their tails. "Some guard dogs you are." Julie said softly as she petted the dogs. "I did not ask you here to play with my dogs." She heard Fletcher's voice and looked up to find him framed in his doorway. The man easily fit the master of his domain and she smiled at that. "He did not ask me here at all. He told me to be here." Julie said to the dogs in an even softer tone. She did not want him to hear. Giving them each a final pat she headed up the steps. Fletcher studied her as she came up the steps. Julie had come straight from work and was still wearing the pink scrubs, she always wore on Mondays. Fletcher on the other hand was wearing a crisp white button down with a black tie and black dress pants. Not a fleck of anything to mar his perfection. "Why are you dressed like that?" He asked as she followed him into the house. The inside was a little more than she excepted. The entry area was huge, probably the size of her whole downstairs. There were matching stair cases that went up on either side, with a massive fireplace nestled in the back wall between them. Matching couches had been placed on a rug to flank the fire place. It looked like something she thought one might see in a museum. Turning she saw the baby grand piano nestled in the other corner just behind him. "I work. Do you really live here?" She could not stop the question from falling from her lips.
