Page 3 of The Triplets and the Blonde

Ch. 2 Kira and the painting

The mansion was sotall and wide, I couldn’t see where it ended. It was easily as big as three blocks. 44 Cartright Ave was bigger than some small towns. The stonework had intricate patterns and appeared to be in mint condition. All the lights were off and from what I could tell there were no cars in the driveway. Which happened to run the length of the entire house.

Most people assumed breaking into a house at night was the best time. It wasn’t. The owners were usually gone during the day. With the right outfit, I could waltz into the service entrance and no one would question me.

I had to use some of the money Carl gave me to clean up. Luckily, I knew the guy who ran the gym around the corner. After a lot of soap and scrubbing, I stopped smelling like a dumpster.

The uniform was hard to get. The Elite employed people to do everything they didn’t want to. As if that wasn’t humiliating enough they made them wear uniforms while they scrubbed toilets and cooked meals. The Cartrights had their employees wear yellow shorts, white knee high socks, and black polo’s. I looked like an oversized bumble bee.

Sneaking into the service entrance was easy. It was unlocked and not a soul was around. For a brief moment I thought I could actually pull this off. I turned the corner and saw a man sauntering toward me.

He wore the same outfit as me and had short red hair perfectly parted down the middle. He was fit, but not the pumping iron kind. He appeared like he had way too much energy and didn’t need to drink coffee.

“Sweetie,” he called down the hall toward me.

I took a deep breath and walked right at him. He was either going to think I was new or kick me out. If it was the latter I would have to find a different way in. Yea, I should have pretended not to hear him and walk away. Had I, that would have set off more alarms with him.

“Sweetie.” He linked his arm to mine as if we were old friends. I immediately liked him. “Did you read the whole welcome packet? The Trips like women to have their hair parted down the middle in pigtails. Unless of course it interferes with religion. Ya know hijabs or other head coverings.”

There were so many things he said that confused me. I knew a few people that worked for Elite’s and never did they mention a ‘welcome packet.’ This guy was making it sound like it was a good thing to work for them. Pigtail hair requirements? I didn’t even know what to think of that. “I didn’t get a chance to read the packet. The Trips?”

“The Triplets: Aiden, Derek, and Jason. They really are great to work for. You are gonna love them. Well maybe not Aiden, but he is just rough on the outside.” He rambled on as he led me down hall after hall.

Every wall was covered in paintings. One of them had to be hiding the bag. I just didn’t have a clue on how I was going to find the right one. I didn’t even know what a Vango looked like or if I was saying it right.

Men and women walked down the halls doing various jobs. Some cleaned, others carried trays of food or gardening tools. A short stocky woman wrestled a pig that was on a leash. Man, I hoped that wasn’t going to be dinner. Each servant wore that same uniform and all had their hair in pigtails or if their hair was short, it was parted down the middle. Except a few that had on hijabs. The pigtails was such an odd hairstyle choice.

“So, what will I be doing?” I asked hoping that wasn’t something I was supposed to know.

“Not sure. That’s not up to me. But if I could guess I would say maid duty. They love to watch the pretty girls clean.” He stopped in front of a door that was slightly ajar. “If they have you cleaning their rooms you’re a shoe in for a night with them.”

“Huh?” A night with them would never happen and why did he say them as if more than one of the triplets would be involved? Not that it mattered, I wasn’t into that sort of thing no matter how many were or weren’t involved.

“Have you not heard the rumors? They share everything. Imagine three men tending to your every desire.” He placed his hands over his heart as if he had imagined it, a lot.

I had no desire for any of that. I shook my head, I was getting distracted. I had to find the bag and get out. Before I could open my mouth to ask about the Vango painting, he pushed the door open.

“I was talking so much I forgot to ask your name,” he said.

“Oh, uh Kira.” I should have given a fake name. Normally I would have, but the man in the room had distracted me.

He stood behind a wide wood desk with multiple computer screens. His white button up shirt was open, exposing a perfectly sculpted chest with enough hair to add texture. I wanted to run my fingers down his happy trail. His black dress pants hung low showing off his abs. He was sex appeal in human form. I wanted to feel the scruff on his face across my back.

That man was what stories were written about. He was the lead in every woman's fantasy. I couldn't stop staring at him and I instantly hated him for it.

“Kira, Sweetie, are you listening? Have a seat and Mr. Cartright will be with you shortly.” He gave me a quick hug. “If you need anything, I’m Pat.”

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