Olivia dragged me by the hand out into the main portion of the apartment. I was trying to smooth my hair down. The last thing I wanted was her housekeeper to catch on and notice my wild sex hair. I was sure the house keeper wasn’t a total idiot, and would tell her dad that I’d deflowered his daughter. Again.
“Hi, Hilda!” Olivia chirped sweetly. “Merry Christmas!” she dropped my hand and hugged her. It was a sightly awkward hug.
Hilda was short and round, with dark hair. Her hair was stark straight, and pulled back into a sloppy pony tail.
“Merry Christmas, Olivia.” Hilda said as if she hadn’t realized what day it was.
She smiled sweetly. “I got you a gift. It’s right here. I hope you like it.” She said. She retrieved a neatly wrapped box from the pantry, surrendering it to the house keeper.
“I’m sure I will.” she insisted. “Child, you didn’t have to get me anything.”
“I know, I just realize how hard you work around here, keeping the place clean and everything. I wanted to get you a little something.” Olivia shrugged lightly.
She finally seemed to notice that I was standing there awkwardly.
Olivia turned to me and smiled. “Hilda, this is Isaac. Isaac, this is Hilda.” She said politely.
“Uh-huh, so you’re the boy she’s been spending all of her time with.” She said, looking me up and down. She finally smiled at me, a warm and gentle smile. “Nice to meet you, sir.”
I swallowed thickly and extended my good hand. “Err… likewise.” I said.
I’d never met a house keeper before.
“I’ve been spending most of the holidays with his family.” Olivia said. “They were gracious enough to invite me for dinner.”
“That’s great.” Hilda nodded.
The house keeper nodded. “That’s wonderful, Child. Your father called and asked me to come in today to make sure that the house was clean and everything for you. He’s doubling my wages, which is nice. I could kind of use the money. My oldest boy will be trying to get into college soon. I pray every day he gets a scholarship.” The house keeper sighed, placing her cleaning supplies on the counter island.
“Oh, Hilda, thank you. But I’m heading back over to Isaac’s house. I think you should be home with your family, on today of all days.” She smiled warmly. “I’m sorry you came all this way, but go on home and be with your family. I’ll make sure that dad pays you for the time you would have been here. And I’ll tell him not to work you so hard.” Olivia smiled sweetly.
“Oh, bless your heart, child.” Hilda sighed sweetly. “Thank you so much.”
“Any time.” Olivia smiled and turned to me. “We should get back to Isaac’s house, I want to help with dinner and whatever I can.” She smiled at me.
The house keeper said her goodbyes and left us, bringing her supplies and the gift Olivia had got her.
I let out the breath I’d been holding. “Whew, that was kind of close.” I shoved my hair from my forehead.
Olivia’s eyes widened suddenly.” Isaac!” She gasped, grasping my wounded hand. “We’ve ripped your stitches!” She gasped. She grabbed a wad of paper towel from the counter and pressed it to my hand to stop the bleeding.
I hadn’t even noticed, I’d been too preoccupied to even notice that my hand was bleeding.
“Liv, it’s fine.” I insisted.
“We need to get the stitches fixed.” She insisted.
I shrugged. “It’s not that bad. I probably didn’t even need them.”
Olivia sighed. “I’m sorry.”
“What are you apologizing for?” I asked. “I’m the one who couldn’t keep my hands off you.” I smirked.
Olivia shot me a worried expression. “I’m the one who jumped you.”
I shrugged. “Well, it was entirely worth it.” I insisted.
Olivia sighed. “We should go to your parent’s house. I’m sure they’re wondering where we are.”
“Oh, right.” I mused.
I followed Olivia to the elevator and once the doors closed behind us, I wrapped my arms around her, placing both my hands on her perfect ass.
Olivia burst into laughter, arching against me and playfully shoving my hands away.
“Aww, come on.” I pouted. “You’re not going to turn down a bleeding guy are you?”
Olivia shook her head. “You’re insane.” She mused. “But maybe later.” She smiled, standing on her toes and kissing me lightly.
I sighed. “I guess I’ll settle for that.” I shrugged.
The elevator doors opened and I followed Olivia to her car. I climbed into the passenger’s seat.
Olivia started the car and drove from the parking garage.
“Your housekeeper seems alright.” I mused.
“You’re saying that because we got lucky my dad didn’t catch us. But it’s a good thing it wasn’t my dad and he didn’t catch you in bed with his only daughter. He would have killed us both.” She shuddered.
I smirked. “Well, at least you would have died happy…”
Olivia laughed. “Alright, I’ll give you that.” She sighed softly. “My dad is a man of few words. He must be the only person in the world working on Christmas day.”
I kept my mouth shut, but I couldn’t actually blame him. If I had the choice, I would rather be doing anything other than spending time with my family.
Olivia paused at a stop sign and turned the corner, glancing in my direction. “How’s your hand?” She asked.
To be honest, I’d forgotten about it. I removed the paper towel and clenched my hand into an easy fist. The first two knuckles that withstood the worst of the damage popped back open and oozed blood again. I started picking at the stitches that were hanging out, drawing them back through the skin and placing them on the paper towel.
“What are you doing?” Olivia demanded in alarm. “Stop picking at it!” She scolded.
I shrugged. “I’m going to have a huge scar anyway, the stitches are pretty much useless anyway.”
Olivia sighed. “That’s not the point. The point is you’ll get it infected and it will never heal properly.”
I sighed and dropped my hand back into my lap, covering the cuts with the paper towel. “What would I ever do without you to take care of me?”
Olivia laughed sweetly. “I honestly don’t know.”
She pulled the car into the driveway behind my mom’s van and shifted the car into park. I climbed out of the passenger’s side and shut the door behind me. I met Olivia at the front of the vehicle and took her hand with my free one.
She smiled at me, sweetly. “It’s such a beautiful day. I guess it seems fitting since it is Christmas day.” She mused, glancing around.
The sun was shining brightly, and the snow was sparkling. She was right.
I led the way up the stairs and opened the front door. I helped Olivia out of her coat and hung it in the closet with mine. I noticed finally that she was wearing the pretty green scarf I’d got her for Christmas.
It matched her eyes; something I didn’t even think about when I picked it out.
She neatly stacked her boots next to the others in the entry and took my hand again, leading me into the living room.
My brothers were playing with the new remote controlled cars that they’d gotten for Christmas. My dad was sitting in his usual arm chair, reading the instructions. I was sure my dad would be playing with them eventually.
“Hi,” Olivia said sweetly.
“Hello, merry Christmas,” My dad smiled warmly. “How are things at home?”
“Good.” Olivia replied. “We saw my dad, and wished him a merry Christmas too.”
“Oh, is he home? Perhaps he could come for Christmas dinner too. There’s still plenty of room, and no one should be alone on Christmas.”
I stared at my dad like he was crazy. Sure we had plenty of food and everything but there was absolutely no way we could fit another person in this house without it exploding in protest.
“Oh, thank you for the offer.” Olivia began, smiling politely. “But he said he was only home long enough to shower and change, then he was going back to the office. He said he’s got a sequestered jury right now.”
“Oh, that’s terrible. I’d hate to be part of a sequestered jury over the holidays. It must be terrible to be away from their families.” Dad frowned.
Again I wanted to say that I would have been fine spending the holidays with complete strangers instead of my crazy-ass family.
I moved my arm around Olivia, anxious to go somewhere else. My dad and my brothers were fairly close, they were almost like friends. My dad could be the parent when he needed to be, but most of the time he was like another brother to my brothers. It was like a clique I didn’t belong to.
I lightly rubbed Olivia’s lower back distractedly. I was hoping Olivia might get the hint and want to go somewhere else. Someplace where we could be alone.
Olivia looked up at me and smiled lightly. “You know, I think I might see if your mom needs help.” She offered.
I nodded. “Okay.” I paused for a brief moment. Did I want to go into the kitchen with my mom and girlfriend or did I want to hang out with my brothers and my dad?
“I’ll go with you.” I said quickly.
Olivia smiled lightly.
I followed her into the kitchen.
“Olivia, sweetie!” Mom beamed. She crossed the room and hugged Olivia lightly. “So glad you came back.”
Olivia laughed softly. “Of course I came back.” She insisted. “I’ve been having such a wonderful time here in Tulsa.”
“Oh, that’s great, sweetheart!” Mom smiled. “We’re definitely glad to have you. I think I’d be lost without you. It comes in handy to have an extra set of hands.”
Olivia laughed softly. “Hmm, well in that case maybe I should move in with my dad permanently.”
Both Olivia and mom laughed, but I was excited for it. I kind of hoped she would stay in Tulsa so I could be with her all the time, even when I wasn’t at school.
“Is there anything I can help you with?” Olivia asked eagerly.
“Sure, honey. I need a hand peeling potatoes… and I have some vegetables to cut up and get ready.”
I plopped down at the small round table in the corner of the kitchen. “I can peel potatoes if you want.”
Mom gaped at me with wide eyes. “You can peel potatoes?” She asked in disbelief.
I shrugged. “It can’t be that hard.”
“I’ll help.” Olivia offered, smiling. I stood and picked up the bag of potatoes and grabbed two knives from the drawer.
Olivia filled a large pot with water and began to bring it to the table. I met her and carried the pot the remainder of the way to the table.
“Wash your hands.” Olivia chided with a smile.
I rolled my eyes. “Fine.”
We stood together at the kitchen sink, washing our hands. She smiled and playfully splashed water on my arms.
I laughed and shook my head. I handed her the towel and she dried her hands first. I dried mine and followed her back to the table.
I pulled out a chair for Olivia and she plopped down with a small knife. She opened the bag and started peeling the first potato.
I watched Olivia carefully, watching how she did it.
She turned to my mother. “Are you mashing the potatoes or are you boiling them?” She asked.
“I usually mash them, but whatever way you want to do them it’s fine.” Mom offered.
“Oh, mashed is perfect.” Olivia insisted. “I was just asking because if the potatoes are mashed, then they don’t have to be cut perfectly.” She smiled at me.
I watched her cut the potato in half then quarter it. She cut the pieces slightly smaller and placed them in the pot.
I picked up a potato and copied what Olivia was doing.
After peeling and cutting a few potatoes, I paused, watching Olivia work. I reached into the pot of potatoes and popped a piece into my mouth.
Olivia gaped at me.
“What?” I shrugged, chewing the raw potato.
Before my mom even had a chance to scold me for talking with my mouth full Olivia swatted my hand before I could grab another handful.
“Don’t eat that!” She scolded. “That’s gross! It’s a raw potato!” She made a face.
I raised one eyebrow. “Really? Really? You’re going to tell me that something I’m eating is gross?” I teased. “I think you’re the queen of strange food.”
Olivia’s jaw dropped. I could still see the smile on her lips, and I knew she was kidding.
“Excuse me? Surely you aren’t thinking of me, the person who thinks pizza and coke are a well balanced meal…” She teased.
“Well that’s kind of the pot calling the kettle a carnivore, isn’t it?” I teased.
Olivia scoffed and before she could say anything, I leaned forward and lightly kissed her. A faint rose colored her cheeks.
Olivia sighed. “Okay, then. Apology accepted.”
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