Mark sat in the den waiting for Elizabeth to finish unpacking. He sighed and ran a hand through his short red hair. He really was going to have to keep some distance between himself and Elizabeth, because he was definitely attracted to her. The whole time he was showing her the room where she would be staying, he kept having the urge to reach out and stroke her silky hair.
Mark didn't let himself get emotional with women anymore. They usually were all after his money anyway, after all he had thought that Melanie had loved him, but now he realized that the only thing she had loved was his wealth. No man in their right mind could have blamed him for falling in love with Melanie though. She was gorgeous, gorgeous and manipulative.
He was brought out of his thoughts, when Elizabeth entered the room and said, "Mr. Callaway?" Mark looked up at her slim, curvy figure in the doorway. "Finished?" He asked her, standing up. Elizabeth nodded. Mark walked towards her and smiled. "Good then, I will give you a tour of the rest of the house now."
The rest of Mark's house was as lavish as the other parts that Elizabeth had seen. He had a pool, a billiard room, a library, a gym, and a big garden in the back yard. Mark told Elizabeth to feel free to use and to go anywhere in the house. After the tour was over, they went to the kitchen. "So, how about fixing some lunch?" Mark said to Elizabeth. Elizabeth nodded. "Does anything in particular sound good?" She asked him as she went over to the fridge to look and see what she had to work with.
Mark replied, "Anything will be fine, as long as it is a home cooked meal." Elizabeth told him that she would figure out something to cook for lunch and that she would holler at him when it was time to eat. After Mark had left the kitchen, Elizabeth began to rummage through the fridge, trying to figure out what to make for lunch.
Elizabeth had just reached into the crisper drawer to pull some vegetables out when another wave of nausea hit her. She had to sit down. Elizabeth shakily wobbled over to a kitchen chair and sat down. She then closed her eyes and prayed that she was not going to throw up. About twenty minutes passed before Elizabeth felt good enough to get up out of the chair.
She then went to the kitchen sink to get a drink before she began to make the vegetable beef stew for lunch. Elizabeth walked into the living room where Mark was reclined in an easy chair, watching ESPN. "Mr. Callaway, lunch is ready." Elizabeth said, still a little nauseous. Mark shook his head. "I'll be there is just a minute." He told her, without looking away from the television.
Elizabeth walked back down the hall to the kitchen. She opened the cabinets and began to search for bowls. After a few minutes, she was able to locate two bowls and two spoons. She then walked into the dinning room and set the table. Mark came into the kitchen and sat down at one of the places. "What are we having?" He asked her. "Vegetable beef stew." Elizabeth replied, turning to go back into the kitchen to get the stew.
Mark watched her as she served the stew into the two glass bowls. She looked a little pale, but none the less beautiful. He waited until she had sat down at the place across from him, before he began to eat. His mouth rejoiced at the taste of the stew. This was the best stew he had ever eaten in his life. The girl could cook, there was no doubt about that. "This stew is excellent Ms. Andrews." Mark said, looking up from his bowl to smile at her.
Elizabeth smiled back, "Thank you." She was glad that Mark liked her cooking. It made her feel a little less nervous around him for some reason. Elizabeth stirred the stew in her bowl. She still felt kind of nauseous, so she really didn't feel much like eating. However, she managed to get a little bit of the stew down with some help from the water she was drinking.
After they were finished eating, Elizabeth cleared the table. She was loading the dishes into the dishwasher when Mark came into the kitchen. "I'm going out Ms. Andrews." Mark told her, as he pulled on his black leather jacket. "I have a motorcycle shop in town and I need to go check in on it while I am at home."
Elizabeth wiped her hands on a dish towel. "Alright." She said, as she tossed the towel onto the kitchen counter. "Feel free to relax and get settled in the rest of the night." He told her. "Tomorrow I will have a list of things for you that need to be done." Elizabeth nodded. Mark smiled at her and then said goodbye.
Elizabeth then heard him open the garage door and pull his truck out. God, he was so handsome she thought to herself. Too bad she was just the hired help. Elizabeth sighed and started up the staircase. Maybe a nice hot bubble bath would relax her and make her feel better.