Hello there once again to all my gorgeous readers! I'm honestly over the moon by the number of reviews, favourites and subscriptions this story has gotten today! I wasn't planning on writing another chapter until tomorrow evening but you were all so lovely I sat down and wrote one before going to bed. It's now 4.30am, but you deserve it!

I really appreciate every review and am so thankful you spend the time to tell me what you think. So thank you to: lnc82, FreakFlagFlyin, jessica2009, starsdieout, Annabel, vero, iMakesPaxtch., LiveYoungDieFast, jennyxx, FrenchGirl, Kimberley (your review made me laugh :D), EmZ2009, 6seatertable, skins606 and a special thanks to bruisedviolet for their help and review :)

Oh and Annabel I'm still undecided if it's all going to be entirely from Emily's POV or not. I have an idea for a plotline that might be quite cool coming from Naomi's POV, but I'm not sure. What do you all think? Would you like it stay Emily all the way through or have some Naomi popping up occasionally?

Anyway, sorry for the horribly long Author's Notes! I really like to read them in other stories, but I know some people would rather just read he damn thing ;)

So without further adieu here is Chapter 3..

Hoden xxxxxx


Chapter 3

*Emily's POV*

I've now been working at the Campbell-Williams residence for 4 days and apart from the 2 slight mishaps that occurred on my first day (1 being entering the house through the front door and the second being the sleeping Naomi incident) things have been going really well. In all fairness I've only been doing the vacuuming, which is pretty difficult to mess up, but today, (Thursday - day 4) it's all going to change. I finished the vacuuming yesterday and I'm moving on to some new task that Mrs Glenn will tell me about today, I hope it's something cool like counting their diamonds or something, but they probably wouldn't trust me with that kind of thing yet!

So things are going well on the work front, all of the staff are really nice and friendly, apart from The Grey Haired Gremlin Glenn, but I am a bit annoyed I haven't seen Naomi since "The Incident". In fact, I haven't seen any of the family who apparently live in the house. Mr Williams is always working away in London, Mrs Campbell is away at some Greenpeace sit-in and Naomi is... well I'm not really sure where she is. I think she's just out somewhere during the day. It's odd; even though she was a bit of a bitch to me I do want her to like me. So if I could maybe talk to her for 5 minutes she might not think I'm just a massive perv who watches her sleep. It's stupid and I know it goes against Glenn's code of conduct "Do not meddle in the family's business, we are here to do a job, so don't speak to them unless you are spoken to." but I actually care about what she thinks of me.

Anyway, here I am, beginning of day number 4 sitting in the staff room waiting for Mrs Glenn to delegate me my work for the day. After waiting for about 10 minutes she comes in looking a bit flustered.

"Emily, we are extremely short staffed today. Sarah, James and Emma have all phoned in sick and Mr Williams is throwing a dinner party for some of his associates this evening in the formal dining room and lounge. I'm going to need you to clean both of those rooms from top to bottom, then head to the kitchen and help them in any way the need for the dinner at 8pm this evening."

"Of course Miss Glenn, if there is anything else you need I'm more than willing to help." Yes I know I'm still sucking up to the woman, but it's all part of my genius plan to get her to like me and stop being a complete cow.

"Well Emily, if you wouldn't mind working a couple of hours overtime until around 8.30pm when the dinner is in full swing, it would be very helpful. You would of course be compensated."

Overtime? Yeah ok, I could do with the money to be honest and, sad as it is, I don't have much of a social life either, well not since Katie started dating her new footballer boyfriend and stopped dragging me out to act has her 'wing-woman' to pick up guys.

"Yeah, sure I can do that." I say with a smile.

"Good. Now you'd best be starting work now don't you think?" I knew it was a rhetorical question; what a cow. I'm helping her out for God's sake, she could at least say thank you.

I quickly leave the room and head off in search of the formal dining room and lounge. Thankfully my vacuuming tour of the 'house' has taught me the layout a little, so I think I'm ok to find them on my own.


The majority of my day is spent cleaning the two rooms, I re-vacuum the carpets, dust the units, polish all of the ornaments, change the dud light bulbs in lamps and even fluff up the cushions. It takes a long time, but by 4pm I'm finally finished and then head down to the kitchen so see what I can do to help.

I knock the door 3 times then open it and walk into the kitchen, I've never been in here before, so I'm not really sure what to expect. The kitchen is pretty huge, not that I find that surprising, there are 4 chefs scurrying about looking for ingredients, cooking, washing up etc etc. "Hi I'm Emily, I'm here to give you guys a hand if you need it" I say quite shyly, chefs have always intimidated me, maybe it's because Gordon Ramsey always seems so horrible to people on TV I assume they are all like that.

"You can give me a hand any time you want Emilio babe!" Comes a booming laddish voice from the other end of the kitchen. The young man bounds across the kitchen, grabs my hand and shakes it really enthusiastically. "Come on in, welcome to Cook's Kitchen of Desire. I'm Cook I'll be your head chef for the evening and these other jokers are Doug, Paul and Graham!" All 3 of them turn round and say hello with huge smiles, they are all older than Cook, makes me wonder if he actually is the head chef or just likes to the think he is. On the upside, I've actually found another staff member who is under the age of 40!

"You're the head chef?" I ask disbelievingly.

"Yeah man, I can make some fooking awesome gnosh!"

"And your name is Cook? You're a chef called Cook?" I say with a giggle.

"A name's a name babe! And old Cookie boy is definitely a chef!"

I like this guy, he's pretty funny. "Right then Chef Cook, what needs doing in here?"

"Apart from me? Nah only messing with ya! We've all gotta prep this dinner malarkey for tonight so we don't have time to make sure the plates are spotless and the cutlery is polished by dinner time. Think you can handle it Emilio?"

"Sure thing, point me to the plates!"

"Head through the door at the back and there is another kitchen, we've left out all the shit you'll need."

"Another kitchen? Are you serious?" Why on earth would a 3 person family need two kitchens?

"Yeah man, this is the entertaining kitchen, it's the biggie, there's a smaller one through the back for all your general cooking needs."

"Wow and I thought the 5 living rooms were a bit excessive!"

He laughs a big booming laugh "You have no idea kid!"

I head through to the "small" kitchen and see a counter stacked with plates, cups, trays, glasses and a bit box of cutlery. Man this is going to take a while. I turn on the little radio in the corner and get to work.


Before I know it it's 6pm and I've finished washing all the plates and I'm halfway through polishing the cutlery. Cook said he needs all the stuff ready by 7pm so the table can be set, so I've got an hour to finish the cutlery; plenty of time. While most people would probably hate this job, I'm quite enjoying it, dancing around to the radio playing and having a sing along to some of the songs whilst polishing cutlery... it could be a lot worse.

"I've gotta feeling (Woohoo) that tonight's gonna be a good night
That tonight's gonna be a good night
That tonight's gonna be a good good night
Tonight's the night
Let's live it up
I got my money
Let's spend it up..."

The sound of a throat clearing from behind gives me the fright of my life. I jump practically 10 feet in the air, then spin around a bit too quickly to see the intruder and end up stumbling over my feet and having to grab onto the counter so as not to fall.

"Smooth moves." Says the tall blonde standing in the doorway looking amused before she walks over to the fridge and opens it.

It's Naomi. Flipping heck, this is so embarrassing! Why'd she have to hear me singing along to that bloody catchy song and then see me almost fall onto the floor. I loathe myself sometimes.

"Oh, Naomi hi. What are you doing here?" God that's such a stupid question.

"I live here." She replies bluntly.

"Ha, yes of course. Silly me." Oh God, oh God, oh God..."I mean here, in the kitchen, is there anything I can get for you?" Ok that's slightly better Emily, less idiotic and less accusing.

"Just making a sandwich."

"Do you need any help? I can make it then bring it up to you..."

"Do I look incapable of making a sandwich to you? Why the fuck does everyone treat me like a sodding invalid around here? There is nothing wrong with me; I'm hungry so I came to get some food, alright?"

I'm taken aback by her harsh words, maybe my 1st impression of her was right, I mean I definitely didn't do anything wrong this time. Maybe she's just in a bad mood, but there is no need to be such a cold hearted bitch about it, I feel my eyes begin to well up a little.

"Nn Nnnn No sorry you don't. I just thought I'd ask." My voice cracks a little on the last part. God I'm such a sissy. "I'll just leave you to it then." I decide it's probably best to leave the room for 10 minutes while she makes her food, I don't want to be in the firing line of her comments, so I make my way across to the door. Just as my hand reaches the handle I hear her sigh then speak from behind.

"Look you don't have to leave or anything. We can both be in the kitchen at the same time you know?"

So now she's being nice? Well nice for Naomi I guess; "Sorry just thought you'd want some privacy."

"It's fine. I don't mind."

I decide to stay in the kitchen, so I head back to my polishing station and get back to work. It's a pretty uncomfortable atmosphere in here, I'm not sure if I should be speaking to Naomi or not. I glance over at her and notice she's looking at me, so I quickly turn my head a bit and pretend to be reading the poster behind her. God this is so awkward, what should I be doing and why am I so nervous?

"So what's your name then?" Wait is she actually talking to me rather than yelling? I look back at her and once again she's looking right at me.

"Emily, it's emm Emily Fitch."

"So Emily Fitch, what brings you here to this house of fun?" She asks me sarcastically.

"I umm needed a job. Not really qualified for much and can't afford Uni, so here I am." Could I have sounded any lamer? Great, now I'm blushing with even more embarrassment.

"Yeah I bet University is a bitch to pay for." After saying that Naomi looks away with a thoughtful expression on her face. Is she thinking about Uni expenses? Surely not her family is rich; there must be something else on her mind. Should I as if she's Ok? Yeah, then she'll think I'm nice, caring and not a perv. Right here goes...

"Well sandwich is done. I'll see you around Emily." Oh... ok, no point in asking then.

"Yeah cool, bye Naomi."

"Oh and Emily, before I forget,...If I were you I'd practice my karaoke a little more before hitting the stage." Before I can even register what she's said, she's flashed her infamous smirk and walked out of the kitchen.

Was she teasing me? Was that her attempt at friendly banter? Was she actually being nice to me? What the hell was that?


The tail end of my extended shift is spent polishing the rest of the cutlery and washing up the many pots and pans from the 'big' kitchen. It is safe to say that my mind is not focused on the job; it's working in overdrive trying to suss out the mystery that is Naomi Campbell.


So there we have it, Chapter 3... I really hope you enjoyed it :) I just had to throw a little bit of Cook in there too!

As always, any feedback, reviews, questions and ideas are much much much appreciated. They also make me feel obligated to update faster - like tonight apparently ;)