Chapter 13 - Bad luck! Maybe not so bad –
After such a night, with so many emotions, Cuddy was still shaking. The kiss! Feeling him so close... his smell... his touch! She knew that the inayofuata siku had to come, even though she rather stayed in that night forever. Dealing with him was inevitable; after all, he was her employee.
She made sure nothing she needed was left behind; grabbed her car keys and headed out. Her metallic silver Lexus was waiting for the usual ride to the hospital.
She drove for three dakika before the rain started. Three dakika later and the droplets crashed against car as though the ocean was pouring from the clouds. She couldn’t see an inch in front of her. When she decided to pull over, her car suddenly died. She tried to start it again; but no luck, the engine was dead. Oh God, what am I going to do now? She thought.
“I have to call someone. Urgh. I can’t believe this is happening. How could I forgot to refuel?!”. She grabbed her mfuko wa fedha, mfuko and tafuta for the cell phone. “Who am I going to call?” She asked herself. The name G. House showed up in her screen. In a fraction of a sekunde that vision vanished. Black screen. “Ahhhh! That’s exactly what I needed now! No gas and a dead battery on this damn cell.” She said, basically screaming and throwing her phone to her back seat.
No alternatives crossed her mind... she had to walk... With all that rain, she had to walk to Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital. How could she forget her the umbrella at home?
When her Stilettos touched the ground she was instantly soaked. Not even a dakika out of the car and she was drenched. It was eight in the morning. None of the little shops along the mitaani, mtaa were open yet for her to bata into au awnings to walk under. The mitaani, mtaa had nothing and no one.
After three zaidi minutes, walking under the intense rain she felt a car getting near. It was slowing.
“You’re going to get a cold.” She heard coming from the car. The voice was familiar to her but she couldn’t say who it was. He reached out for the door from inside, unlocked, and opened it for her.
“House?” She asked trying to assure herself that she was indeed looking at him.
“Who else? Ohhhh I really looked like Clooney in that Nespresso commercial.” He laughed.
She got into the car and tried to make herself comfortable even with her clothes dripping. He admired her while she tried to clean her face.
“So where are we going?” He finally asked.
“Excuse me?” She said.
“Yeah Cuddles. Where are we going? I suppose wewe want to get dry first au am I wrong? Going to work with that sexy wet outfit might not be a good idea, at least for wewe because all the guys wouldn’t mind looking through those clothes.”
She squealed and smiled. “Maybe you’re right...”
“By now wewe should now that I’m always right.” He snapped.
“Can wewe take me home? I take a shower, change and call a cab to work.”
“A cab? I know wewe earn good and I thought wewe had your own car.” He said.
“Well, Mr. House, I do have a car but has wewe can probably see kwa the fact that I was in the middle of the mitaani, mtaa walking and not driving under the intense rain, that something happened.” She quickly responded.
“Oh sorry, I thought this was just one of those desperate measures to find the prince charming.” He alisema with a smug on his face.
“Funny!”
“Do wewe know about cell phones? I think they are handy in these kind of cases.”
She frowned “Do wewe think that if my cell phone was working I would be, and I repeat, in the middle of the mitaani, mtaa walking under the intense rain?”
He nodded “Well, Mrs. Cuddy, seems like you’re having a wave of bad luck, thank God I showed up, who knows what zaidi could’ve happened. Lighting could have struck you; wewe could have twisted your ankle.”
“Can wewe just drive me nyumbani please?” She asked.
“Yes, Mistress.”
---
Cuddy called for a tow on House’s phone as he drove back to her car. They waited as the tow came and followed it to the nearest mechanic. When she left her keys with them they headed back to her place. She got in leaving the door open for him. He got in and went to her living room, sitting on the sofa and looking to the magazines she had on the table.
“Thank wewe for the ride.” She alisema near the door.
He jumped. “We’re even now. I owe wewe nothing.”
She smiled softly. “Are wewe staying?”
He looked her in the eye and then looked down. “If wewe want me to...”
The smile never faded as her eyes kept him in sight. “I do.” She went to her bathroom to take the well deserved kuoga to bring back the heat to her body.
When he looked at the door she was already gone so he smiled to himself. He would wait for her and drive to the hospital.
TBC
After such a night, with so many emotions, Cuddy was still shaking. The kiss! Feeling him so close... his smell... his touch! She knew that the inayofuata siku had to come, even though she rather stayed in that night forever. Dealing with him was inevitable; after all, he was her employee.
She made sure nothing she needed was left behind; grabbed her car keys and headed out. Her metallic silver Lexus was waiting for the usual ride to the hospital.
She drove for three dakika before the rain started. Three dakika later and the droplets crashed against car as though the ocean was pouring from the clouds. She couldn’t see an inch in front of her. When she decided to pull over, her car suddenly died. She tried to start it again; but no luck, the engine was dead. Oh God, what am I going to do now? She thought.
“I have to call someone. Urgh. I can’t believe this is happening. How could I forgot to refuel?!”. She grabbed her mfuko wa fedha, mfuko and tafuta for the cell phone. “Who am I going to call?” She asked herself. The name G. House showed up in her screen. In a fraction of a sekunde that vision vanished. Black screen. “Ahhhh! That’s exactly what I needed now! No gas and a dead battery on this damn cell.” She said, basically screaming and throwing her phone to her back seat.
No alternatives crossed her mind... she had to walk... With all that rain, she had to walk to Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital. How could she forget her the umbrella at home?
When her Stilettos touched the ground she was instantly soaked. Not even a dakika out of the car and she was drenched. It was eight in the morning. None of the little shops along the mitaani, mtaa were open yet for her to bata into au awnings to walk under. The mitaani, mtaa had nothing and no one.
After three zaidi minutes, walking under the intense rain she felt a car getting near. It was slowing.
“You’re going to get a cold.” She heard coming from the car. The voice was familiar to her but she couldn’t say who it was. He reached out for the door from inside, unlocked, and opened it for her.
“House?” She asked trying to assure herself that she was indeed looking at him.
“Who else? Ohhhh I really looked like Clooney in that Nespresso commercial.” He laughed.
She got into the car and tried to make herself comfortable even with her clothes dripping. He admired her while she tried to clean her face.
“So where are we going?” He finally asked.
“Excuse me?” She said.
“Yeah Cuddles. Where are we going? I suppose wewe want to get dry first au am I wrong? Going to work with that sexy wet outfit might not be a good idea, at least for wewe because all the guys wouldn’t mind looking through those clothes.”
She squealed and smiled. “Maybe you’re right...”
“By now wewe should now that I’m always right.” He snapped.
“Can wewe take me home? I take a shower, change and call a cab to work.”
“A cab? I know wewe earn good and I thought wewe had your own car.” He said.
“Well, Mr. House, I do have a car but has wewe can probably see kwa the fact that I was in the middle of the mitaani, mtaa walking and not driving under the intense rain, that something happened.” She quickly responded.
“Oh sorry, I thought this was just one of those desperate measures to find the prince charming.” He alisema with a smug on his face.
“Funny!”
“Do wewe know about cell phones? I think they are handy in these kind of cases.”
She frowned “Do wewe think that if my cell phone was working I would be, and I repeat, in the middle of the mitaani, mtaa walking under the intense rain?”
He nodded “Well, Mrs. Cuddy, seems like you’re having a wave of bad luck, thank God I showed up, who knows what zaidi could’ve happened. Lighting could have struck you; wewe could have twisted your ankle.”
“Can wewe just drive me nyumbani please?” She asked.
“Yes, Mistress.”
---
Cuddy called for a tow on House’s phone as he drove back to her car. They waited as the tow came and followed it to the nearest mechanic. When she left her keys with them they headed back to her place. She got in leaving the door open for him. He got in and went to her living room, sitting on the sofa and looking to the magazines she had on the table.
“Thank wewe for the ride.” She alisema near the door.
He jumped. “We’re even now. I owe wewe nothing.”
She smiled softly. “Are wewe staying?”
He looked her in the eye and then looked down. “If wewe want me to...”
The smile never faded as her eyes kept him in sight. “I do.” She went to her bathroom to take the well deserved kuoga to bring back the heat to her body.
When he looked at the door she was already gone so he smiled to himself. He would wait for her and drive to the hospital.
TBC
