Unworthy by Elaine May Page A

rubbish back onto the tray.
         “Come on, let’s get you to bed.” He picks up the tray with one hand and then holds on to mine with the other. 
    Within half an hour Samuel is opening the door into the penthouse.
         “Are we staying in the same room?” I ask, with what I can only describe as questioning yet concerned all in one.
         “Yes, but don’t worry it’s the penthouse so it has two rooms.”  Oh God, I can’t stay in the same suite as him, when he said about staying here I thought we would have separate rooms. Oh God, what have I done, he’s probably already informed my landlord and I’ll be homeless. I can feel the walls closing in around me as I just stare at the door, not knowing all the threats it may possess.
         “Hey, Grace, you don’t have to look so scared. I won’t bite. Only if you ask me to.” There’s that wink again and I’m quickly drawn away from my thoughts as Samuel opens the door and I get a glimpse into Samuel’s world. If I was scared at the thought of his world then it is nothing compared to how I feel as I take a step into the suite. It is like nothing I have ever seen before; the grand scale of the entire suite is unbelievable. Pale paint covers the walls with a gold trim round the edge, the floors are a deep wood, and there is a fireplace on the back wall with a mini bar just to the left of that. Just to the front of the door there is a small upscale kitchen with a massive dining table just off from that. In the middle of the room is the mounted TV with leather chairs around that area and a coffee table in the centre. I am speechless as I look around, the bedrooms are just as nice and when I walk into the bathroom I know I will not be going to sleep.
         “Do you mind if I have a bath?”
         “Go ahead.” He steps through the door and I step up to the pool-like bath and begin to turn the waterfall taps. I pour the luxury bubble bath and I am surprised when it doesn’t take too long to fill. The water is just perfect as I step into the hot water. As I lie back into the water it is as if the steam and the bubbles are melting my stress away. My whole body feels like it is encased in the softness of blankets and I feel so calm and relaxed as I just lie there trying to think of anything other than the man that is in the other room. Once out of the bath and dried I get dressed into my most comfortable pajamas. The fabric is warm after being on the heaters and I brush my hair as I look at my relaxed face in the mirror. I feel and look like a completely different person, I guess I have spent so many years neglecting myself to the simple things in life that I have forgotten what they are like and their effect on the human body. I open the door and begin to make my way to my bedroom when Samuel comes right up in front of me.
         “What are you wearing?”
         “Pajamas. What does it look like?” I see him roll his eyes and then look up and down my body to only land back at my breasts. I can feel the nipples come to life under his stare and I can only hope they aren’t erect so he can see his effect on me and my stupid body.
         “I know that. What I mean.” And he takes in a deep breath as he tries to look at anything other than me.
         “What I mean to say is that a body as beautiful as yours should be wrapped in silk or nothing at all.” All I can do is swallow the liquid that has pooled in the back of my mouth as I watch him walk away and I try to regain some sort of composure.
         What did he mean by that? Don’t be stupid, Grace, you’re going to be working with the man. He’s obviously just trying to be nice so you do a good job for him. Yes, that’s it, there is no way that he could have really meant what he said. I slowly make my way to my bedroom and get into my bed and before I know it I have succumbed to the tiredness that has taken over my