When Jolie stepped out of the car, her legs wobbled and she grabbed the open door for support. "Whoa!" she thought. 'Just how many friggin drinks did she have?'
"Are you okay?" Brock asked from right beside her. Again with that wonderful smile.
"I'm fine." But she knew that she shouldn't have driven even this far. The was the trouble with her having a glass or two of alcohol. It went straight to her head!
"I think I will help you to the door. The path is not that well lit and I don't want you twisting an ankle or anythng." He shut her drivers door and was holding onto her elbow. Strangely, it felt right that he was touching her that way and taking control of the whole situation. Jolie decided to just go with it.
"Why are you giggling?" he asked her and she didn't realize that she was giggling.
"I don't know." and she did it again.
"Okay Jolie. I think I will make you a coffee when we get into the house." he was chuckling while he unlocked his front door.
"I hate coffee." she replied. When she glanced at the side of his face, he looked a little disappointed so she quickly said, "But a cup of tea would be lovely."
He reached into the darkness and she heard a click. The hallway lit up to expose ceramic tiles and a long stairway going to the second floor. "I think I might have some tea in here. Watch your step."
Too late. She stumbled over the threshold but his grip on her elbow kept her from landing on her face.
"Alright. Kick your shoes off and we are going straight to the kitchen." Again, he was taking charge and she kind of liked it. 'What is wrong with me?' she asked herself agrily while he led her down the hall to the kitchen.
"Oh, this is very pretty." and it was. The kitchen was an open concept area open to a long family room. The colors were bright with greens and stainless steel and lots of tile. The family room was done in complimentry colors of greens and golds and had over stuffed couches and chairs.
"Thank you. I have only been here a few months, but I like it." He sat her at a bar stool that faced the kitchen work area and he walked around the little island. Once locating the electric kettle, he filled it with water and plugged it in.
"How do you like working at the restaurant, Jolie?" he asked while gathering cups and a couple of spoons.
"I like it. I am busy and that is way better than being bored out of my mind." She told him earnestly. "The time goes quickly but the paperwork never seems to end." She laughed at the end of her statement.
"I think if you had a computerized system in there, the paperwork would be cut way down. I want to talk with the owners about that very thing in the next few days." The kettle clicked off and he poured the steaming water into the awaiting cups.
"I don' t know if that would be such a great idea, Brock. There are a few college kids serving tables and they might not like the computerized system. They are used to taking the orders, writing down what they can't remember and then yelling at the bartender." Actually, the idea of the place going to computers, scared her to death!
"Since when haven't you known a kid, be it in public school or college, not want to work with a computer?" he asked with a smile. She smiled back. She was defeated.
"What do you take in your tea?" he was at the fridge and pulled out a carton of milk.
"Oh, regular please." She watched as he poured the milk into the cups and added two sugars to each of the mugs. He handed her a cup and then walked around the island to sit beside her. She sipped the hot sweet liquid and let it run down her throat, all the while looking around the large room.
"You like it?" he chuckled.
"Mm. It's good. Thanks." She was staring into the family room when she answered his question.
"No, I meant the room." He was smiling when she turned to look at him. Then she started to laugh.
"Yes, I like it. Iove the colors and the furniture looks so comfy." She meant it.
"Well, why don't we go over there and test out your theory. Besides, these stools are a little too high for you at the moment." he reached out for her elbow again.
She looked at him as she put her cup on the counter top. She was thinking that if they were sitting on the couch together, that might be a little too close for comfort. And then she skipped to another thought. If it was too comfortable, she was likely to pass out and not be aware of anything. No, she would stay right where she was.
As if reading her thoughts, Brock spoke up. "I will sit in the chair, you can take the couch. Or if that is not to your liking, you can have the chair and I will stretch out on the couch. I can actually put my feet up for the first time today."
She thought it over for a few moments and then she decided she would take the chair.
They talked for a long time, and discussed work related stuff. Then they moved into talking about their families and their childhoods. She found out that he was also a middle child, having an older brother and a younger sister. She was amazed at how unlike he was from Palmer and not attention seeking at all.
"Would you like another tea?" he stood up from the couch and started to walk back into the kitchen.
"Yes, mine got cold about an hour and a half ago." She said from the chair. She watched his receding back and marvelled at what great shape he was in. He had a nice butt and long legs. She figured he was about six feet three inches tall and slender. Just how she liked her men.
Geez, what was she thinking? That must be the vodka talking!
"I know what you mean." he said from the stove where he was plugging in the now filled kettle.
Just then a scantally dressed woman walked into the room. She looked like she had just got out of bed as her long blond hair was all messy and sticking out of the knot at the back of her neck. She was wearing a tight little shoe string strapped top and short shorts. "Is there enough water for another tea, Brock?" she yawned as she walked towards the island.
"Sure." Brock answered her and looked over at Jolie. "Jolie, this is Catie, my roomate."