It'd been another hard work day for you. The rain was almost nonstop, making the yard of the house you had to paint covered in mud. That only made the work itself more uncomfortable then it already was. Today you'd just surveyed a bit to see how much paint you would need and to give the woman a good estimate of cost. You'd started this business in the hopes of finally making enough money to support yourself and pay off your student loans. You had a degree in business but you hadn't been able to find a job in the field right off the bat and you had to do something.
You came home to your small apartment that afternoon exhausted. Your head had kept you up all night and you'd had to work early that morning. All you wanted to do was take a shower and hopefully take a nap, if you could fall asleep properly this time. You came in and peeled your muddy work boots off by the door and went straight to the bathroom, the rest of your clothes following once you were in there with the door shut. You examined yourself in the full body mirror, as you usually did before a shower. Your figure was thin, almost unhealthy. Despite no longer being a college student, you still ate like one, your cabinet containing mostly Ramen noodles and boxes of Kraft mac and cheese since you didn't have many customers and plenty of bills to pay. "I guess the college diet doesn't make you fat after all." You chuckled a bit. You hadn't expected anyone to say anything as you lived alone but sure enough...
"But living in the lap of luxury might." A second masculine voice made you jump out of your skin. "What the hell are you doing in my apartment!?" You said angrily after a second. "I have a gun in here." You were lying through your teeth but you hoped it would make any burglar turn tail and run. "I have a key. You gave your uncle one when you bought the apartment and he gave it to me to come get you. I'm your chauffeur." The man explained without fear, the gun comment not affecting him at all. "How did he give you the key if he's dead? He died a month ago, I was at his funeral." You were slowly putting on your clothes again as you spoke. "He gave it to me before he died. I'm a member of the new staff at his estate, which you've inherited."
You took a second to think about that as you came out of the bathroom, dressed again. The man was sitting on your living room couch, which you could see from the bathroom. You felt under-dressed in your jeans and slightly wrinkled work shirt compared to his perfectly pressed suit and slacks, even his shoes were polished a shiny black. "You are a beauty, I wouldn't mind even if you were fat." He chuckled. His comment threw you, you weren't used to being flirted with at first sight. "Uh yes well I suppose we should get going then to my uncle's estate." You try to brush it off but you're sure that you have at least a slight blush to your cheeks. You put on a pair of sneakers, and with that, he leads you out with your arm under his like a gentlemen and you step into the back of the black limousine he's driving. Before he took off, he lowered the window. "I'm Taiga by the way, and it is an absolute pleasure to meet you, Master." He flashed you an impish grin before starting the car and driving.
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