Maid for you

chapter fifteen

They were sitting at a table, Hennessy twirling her straw around in the water she was given. She told Alexander that she didn't drink alcohol, and he wasn't surprised. With everything that happened in her past. He saw something on her wrist and lightly grabbed it.

"What is this Hennessy?" Alexander traced his finger across scars on her wrist.

"Oh." She looked up at him, trying not to get shivers from the touch.

"Hennessy." His voice was firm and she was ashamed.

"It was after the whole grocery store thing. It brought back horrible memories, and I just-I'm sorry." Hennessy said, staring into his eyes, as his touch remained on her wrist.

"Have you done it before."

"Yeah, a long time ago. But not much. People don't like strippers who are fucked up." She said, chuckling without the humor while looking down. 

"If you ever feel this way again. Please Hennessy, I am here for you. Call me. It doesn't matter where I am." Alexander said, disappointed that he wasn't there for her in her time of need.

"I don't-I feel like I'm depending on you too much." She whispered, looking back down at her hands.

"No, no. You need to realize this what normal people, normal friendships are like, they are there for each other." He explained, and she glanced up to him.

"Okay, I guess." Hennessy shrugged.

"Come here." Alexander said, and she scooted her chair closer to him. He put his arm around her chair and smiled.

"Alexander! Sweetie!" A voice from behind them squeaked.

"It's my mom and dad. Be nice." He whispered in Hennessy's ear and she put a smile on her face.

"Who's the lucky lady?" The man said, sitting down in front of them. They both gave her a glance over, not liking what they saw.

"I'm Hennessy." She extended her hand to the mother, and she shook it vigorously.

"I am Laura, and my husband is Tom."

"Hello, Tom." Hennessy nodded to Tom and put her hands back in her lap.

"So, Hennessy, what do you do?" Laura asked.

"Um.." She wondered what the right thing to say was. She did not exactly have a profession, and it was inappropriate to say that she was Alexander's personal maid. As Laura obviously thought they were together.

"She is a maid, housekeeper." Alexander said, saving her from the explanation.

"A housekeeper?" Tom said, sitting back. His son was getting with a maid, a step down for sure. Alexander usually had models, actresses on his arm.

"Yes, sir." Hennessy responded, smiling.

"What do your parents do?" He said, and Hennessy bit her lip. He asked the exact question she did not want. The exact question that took her a forever to tell Alexander. The question that took her time and trust to tell someone the answer.

"Hennessy's parents are not in the picture." Alexander saved her yet again, and Tom wondered what he was doing? A maid who didn't have her parents around? Sounds like trouble.

"Really?" Laura said, looking at Hennessy intently.

"Yes. Now me and Hennessy were in the middle of a conversation so can you please leave us to it?" Alexander said harshly, with no emotion in his voice.