neighbor to her on a regular basis, but she had never laid eyes on True.
Walking over to the other side of his bed, she found Hayward ’s black leather address book. Flipping through the tan pages, she searched until she found True's phone number. Picking up the phone she punched in the phone number and waited.
“Hello,” a soft feminine voice answered.
“Can I speak to Ms. True Williams?’
“Speaking,”
“Miss. Williams, this is Ms. Pinson. I’m Hayward ’s housekeeper.”
“Is there something wrong with him?” True questioned.
“Yes, he’s passed out from a hangover,” Ms. Pinson stated. “I need your help. Could you please come over here?”
True paused. “Umm… I don’t know. Hayward may not want me over there.”
“Miss. Williams, I wouldn’t have called you if he didn’t need you,” Ms. Pinson snapped, “but if you’re too busy and don’t care about Hayward I can do it myself.”
True’s heart crumpled at the thought of Hayward passed out on his huge bed, because of her. Why did she have such a soft side? It always got her in trouble. “Okay, I’ll come over and help you,” she whispered. “It will take a few minutes, because I need to change clothes.”
“Wonderful, I’ll be waiting for you downstairs,” Ms. Pinson said before hanging up.
* * * *
Ten minutes later, True stood in front of Hayward ’s front door worried she shouldn’t have came over without him knowing. Ms. Pinson called in a panic, but Hayward could be fine now for all she knew. “I hope I’m not making a huge mistake by doing this.” She rung the doorbell and slid her hands in the back pockets of her jeans. A minute or two later the door swung open.
“Please come in,” Ms. Pinson said moving to the side.
She was caught off guard by Hayward ’s housekeeper’s appearance. Ms. Pinson wasn’t the slender older woman she envisioned at all. Instead, she was robust woman in her mid-sixties with dark brown hair pulled back in a tight bun at her nape, secured by a few hairpins. She sort of reminded her of Aunt Be from the Andy Griffith show.
“Okay,” She replied, then walked inside the house.
“Follow me.” Ms. Pinson instructed, leaving her to close the front door and follow her up the staircase. Shutting the door, she trailed behind the housekeeper up the stairs to Hayward ’s bedroom. She was amazed at the thrill it gave her to be back in Hayward ’s house.
“Miss. Williams, I want to t hank you again for coming over. I know this will mean so much to Mr. Campbell.” Ms. Pinson whispered, pausing at Hayward ’s bedroom door.
She stopped behind Ms. Pinson and whispered. “I want to help him any way I can.”
“That’s so nice to hear, dear. Now, let’s go in here and see if we can’t get him cleaned up a little.” Twisting the doorknob with her left hand, Ms. Pinson pushed it open and went inside.
Startled by the sight in front her True froze in the open doorway. Hayward was lying half-naked on the bed, totally bare except for his white boxers around his slim hips. His washboard stomach and chest were dusted with thick black hair and her fingers itched to touch and tease the texture. The bulge in the front of the boxers proved he was all male. Shaking her head, she tried to focus on the words coming from Ms. Pinson’s mouth. “Excuse me, what did you say,” she asked blinking at the housekeeper.
Squinting, her gray eyes Ms. Pinson stared at her, “I need your help dragging him to the shower,” she repeated.
“No, I can’t do that,” she mumbled taking step back away from the bed. Her blood pressure spiked at the thought of seeing Hayward naked. “You can’t expect me to help him take a shower.”
“A shower will help him wake up from the hangover.” Ms. Pinson told her. “I’ve already undressed him, but I need your help getting him to the shower.”
Moving toward her Ms. Pinson lowered her voice, “He’s too heavy for me to
Walking over to the other side of his bed, she found Hayward ’s black leather address book. Flipping through the tan pages, she searched until she found True's phone number. Picking up the phone she punched in the phone number and waited.
“Hello,” a soft feminine voice answered.
“Can I speak to Ms. True Williams?’
“Speaking,”
“Miss. Williams, this is Ms. Pinson. I’m Hayward ’s housekeeper.”
“Is there something wrong with him?” True questioned.
“Yes, he’s passed out from a hangover,” Ms. Pinson stated. “I need your help. Could you please come over here?”
True paused. “Umm… I don’t know. Hayward may not want me over there.”
“Miss. Williams, I wouldn’t have called you if he didn’t need you,” Ms. Pinson snapped, “but if you’re too busy and don’t care about Hayward I can do it myself.”
True’s heart crumpled at the thought of Hayward passed out on his huge bed, because of her. Why did she have such a soft side? It always got her in trouble. “Okay, I’ll come over and help you,” she whispered. “It will take a few minutes, because I need to change clothes.”
“Wonderful, I’ll be waiting for you downstairs,” Ms. Pinson said before hanging up.
* * * *
Ten minutes later, True stood in front of Hayward ’s front door worried she shouldn’t have came over without him knowing. Ms. Pinson called in a panic, but Hayward could be fine now for all she knew. “I hope I’m not making a huge mistake by doing this.” She rung the doorbell and slid her hands in the back pockets of her jeans. A minute or two later the door swung open.
“Please come in,” Ms. Pinson said moving to the side.
She was caught off guard by Hayward ’s housekeeper’s appearance. Ms. Pinson wasn’t the slender older woman she envisioned at all. Instead, she was robust woman in her mid-sixties with dark brown hair pulled back in a tight bun at her nape, secured by a few hairpins. She sort of reminded her of Aunt Be from the Andy Griffith show.
“Okay,” She replied, then walked inside the house.
“Follow me.” Ms. Pinson instructed, leaving her to close the front door and follow her up the staircase. Shutting the door, she trailed behind the housekeeper up the stairs to Hayward ’s bedroom. She was amazed at the thrill it gave her to be back in Hayward ’s house.
“Miss. Williams, I want to t hank you again for coming over. I know this will mean so much to Mr. Campbell.” Ms. Pinson whispered, pausing at Hayward ’s bedroom door.
She stopped behind Ms. Pinson and whispered. “I want to help him any way I can.”
“That’s so nice to hear, dear. Now, let’s go in here and see if we can’t get him cleaned up a little.” Twisting the doorknob with her left hand, Ms. Pinson pushed it open and went inside.
Startled by the sight in front her True froze in the open doorway. Hayward was lying half-naked on the bed, totally bare except for his white boxers around his slim hips. His washboard stomach and chest were dusted with thick black hair and her fingers itched to touch and tease the texture. The bulge in the front of the boxers proved he was all male. Shaking her head, she tried to focus on the words coming from Ms. Pinson’s mouth. “Excuse me, what did you say,” she asked blinking at the housekeeper.
Squinting, her gray eyes Ms. Pinson stared at her, “I need your help dragging him to the shower,” she repeated.
“No, I can’t do that,” she mumbled taking step back away from the bed. Her blood pressure spiked at the thought of seeing Hayward naked. “You can’t expect me to help him take a shower.”
“A shower will help him wake up from the hangover.” Ms. Pinson told her. “I’ve already undressed him, but I need your help getting him to the shower.”
Moving toward her Ms. Pinson lowered her voice, “He’s too heavy for me to
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