Hot Coffee (The Hollens)

Emma's POV

Six o'clock my ass! I had to be at his place at six, which basically meant that I would have to leave home at 5:00 a.m., which basically meant I would have to be awake by 4:00 a.m. or earlier. So I rested for the remainder of the afternoon. Moving away from this place wouldn't be difficult; I owned a small amount of clothing and supplies. I set the alarm on my phone before I forgot, then began reading a romance novel.

My phone rang and I looked at the number. It was unknown but I answered anyway.

"Miss Cole, I need you."

I couldn't believed what I was hearing. "Mr. Hollen?" I asked to make certain this wasn't a joke.

"Yes."

"But I told you I will start in the morning."

"Do you want the job Miss Cole or not? Because if you're no longer interested I can easily find a replacement with a snap of my fingers."

"I'll be there," I blurted. I leaped out of bed and headed for the shower. "I cannot afford to lose this job before I even start," I told myself as the water washed over me.

I was out of my apartment by 6:30 p.m. He had instructed me to meet him at his office, and he'd take me to the mansion since I had no idea how to find it on my own.  I met him in the private parking lot outside of the building and followed him to a black Lamborghini. 

"You drive your own car?" I asked as I got in the passenger side.

"I'm capable," he answered shortly.

I kept my mouth shut for the remainder of the ride, and he was quiet and attentive to the road. 

We arrived at a pair of golden gates that opened automatically and revealed the most beautiful mansion my eyes had ever seen. My mouth opened wide with awe and amazement.



He parked the car and I slowly opened the door and got out. I followed him through the entrance and into the living room. I had to stop to take it all in. I wasn't expecting all this beauty. There was a huge chandelier in the middle of the foyer, and I wondered, if a light went out, how tall of a ladder one would need to fix it. Luxury furniture, rugs, and paintings decorated the rooms I could see. Mr. Hollen had expensive taste, yet the homey scent was so soothing.

"Halley!" he called as he left through another door.

Halley? I wondered. Is he married? Does he have kids?' I knew nothing about his personal life, but here I was, already crushing on him. You

woman around my age appeared with

new maid and my personal coffee maker," he

what he had just said, then

I'm Emma," I greeted, trying to break the silence.

that," she responded rudely.

show me where I can make his coffee?" I asked, hoping she

her heels and

the kitchen. She was a fit woman with

Emma, maid

said it I sensed she wasn't happy about me being there or preparing coffee for Mr. Hollen, or something along those lines because she had no idea who I was. We'd never met before,

Halley, here, assists with the cooking and cleaning as well since this place is so

much more welcoming than

to meet you too, Miss Agnes."

smiled sweetly. "Just call me

I nodded.

snapped her fingers in my face, "Stop dreaming. The coffee machine

Mr. Hollen. I was happy I knew what I was doing instead of having to ask Halley for help. At least

idea what to do when I

What? No, I'm not his wife. Should I wait? What if it gets too cold? I shouldn't have

as the door opened and he entered. He came right over, took the

went over to Agnes. "How did he know I was

was a camera rotating at a three-sixty angle. He

was all

light started blinking and the

said Agnes; she had her hands in a flour

over to the phone, but before she

she always this eager?" I asked once she left.