Hot Coffee (The Hollens) novel Chapter 4

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.

Who's 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 need to stop it , you pent up virgin! I commanded myself.

A young woman around my age appeared with him.

"This is Emma Cole. She's a new maid and my personal coffee maker," he introduced then left.

She looked at him wide-eyed as he went on his way, as if she couldn't wrap her head around what he had just said, then looked at me and glared as if I had taken something away from her.

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

"I know, he said that," she responded rudely.

"Well, um, can you show me where I can make his coffee?" I asked, hoping she would be nicer.

"Follow me." She turned on her heels and I followed suit.

"Ah, he finally brought some more help?" an older woman asked as we entered the kitchen. She was a fit woman with a beige complexion and low flowing blonde hair with light brown eyes like mine.

"This is Emma, maid and coffee maker."

By the way she 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, so what the hell was her problem?

"Hello Emma, I'm Agnes. I do the cooking and cleaning. Halley, here, assists with the cooking and cleaning as well since this place is so big. It's nice to meet you."

Agnes was much more welcoming than Halley.

"It's nice to meet you too, Miss Agnes." 

She smiled sweetly. "Just call me Agnes or Aggie," she laughed.