**PART SIX**
Under normal circumstances, I wouldn’t have even considered such a ‘request.’
I hadn’t even fully committed to tutoring Annabelle yet, as this session was only supposed to be a trial. Despite the amazing paycheck, I was still on the fence about making this an addition to my already hectic weekly schedule. That was still my mindset when I got in the car, though I was admittedly already leaning towards the job simply because the extra spending money would alleviate a different kind of stress than an extra commitment would add. My first day there, as a guest, and I was being told to go help in the kitchen?
If this were a guy, I would have slapped him in the face. However, Annabelle’s casually presumptuous attitude made it sound natural after hearing the way she spoke in general prior to Trixie’s arrival in the suite. That, and I had been off balance since the moment I arrived. Being told to park around back, taking the servant’s entrance, coming face to face with an unfairly gorgeous red haired girl, and being stunned by how lavish every single room in the room was.