I went back inside feeling as if I made a new friend. It didn’t bother me that he was only 22 and I was 35. I thought about him often and was eager ...to have a short conversation with him every day. I never told anyone about this, especially not my husband.After a week and a half, I invited Michael inside. I didn’t really have a reason, all I did was ask if he wanted to have a drink. It was 10 A.M. when he came in. After talking for a bit on the couch, I had an odd thought. Should I tease him a. I began to make some breakfast which was going really slow as i didn't know where anything in the house was kept, in addition i didn't know how to use anything. I totally forgot about the fact im wearing my underwear but i soon got used to the idea that i was walking round someone else s house almost nude, I loved wearing just my boxers as i felt free and i was able to just move around freely whilst feeling cool and aired out. As i was getting into making breakfast the sound of doors opening. "Oliver's hands felt clammy and he sighed, nodding his head. He was scared; he didn't want to be in the undergrowth of his crazed employer's address, he wanted to be at home in front of the fire with a nice cup of cocoa. How did he let his brother talk him into this?Emma looked at her watch. "I want you to do them exactly three minutes after I climb in through that window," she told them and Oliver looked at her. "I mean it three minutes. Exactly. To the second." But that window's not open," he. ‘Come here, Baby.’ Cautiously, I reached out and went with him inside. He sat down on the couch and pulled me into his lap. He was stiff at first, and then it felt like all of the tension drained out of his body. ‘You should have told me Rileigh,’ he said as he pulled me close. I nuzzled my cheek against his chest and held on tight. Finally, my heart beat was back to normal. ‘I’m sorry Carter, very sorry. I’m just a big scaredy cat. I should have told you,’ I mumbled into his shirt. My arms.