Hot Coffee (The Hollens)

Chapter 20 (On To Miami)

Emma's POV

The Miami weekend was just one day away. Halley and I decided to take our half day together to do a

quick shopping before leaving. Luis drove us to the mall where we bought clothing, including a formal

dress to wear to the auction fundraiser event, and Halley insisted on getting our hair done.

When we got home late that afternoon we packed. I was extremely excited to be going on this trip with

the two people I was getting accustomed to. I had never been on a trip before. I had never even

stepped foot out of New York, so going to Miami was like a dream come true. I was overjoyed!

I went to the chambers when I was through packing and sat on Halley's bed. I watched her scan the

room, putting things she thought she'd need in Miami.

"My toothbrush, dress, hairdryer..." she went on, moving like she was trying to prevent herself from

forgetting something important.

I laughed just watching at her. It wasn't her first time in Miami; it was just her first time going along with

Mr. Hollen. When she was finished, we headed to the kitchen as she described her first time on a trip to

Miami with her friends.

It was about 7:00 pm when Mr. Hollen got home. He checked on us in the kitchen and, I must say, it

had been a relief to have Sharon gone to Italy for a fashion show she had to host there. She had been

gone since Tuesday and wouldn't return until the next weekend.

"I've arranged everything for us, including the house," said Mr. Hollen.

"We're not staying at a hotel?" Halley asked, surprised.

She was always bolder to ask straight forward questions than I was. I had to work on that.

"Why stay at a hotel when I've got a lovely beach house there?" he asked, raising an eyebrow with a

smirk on his lips.

She gasped in surprise. "Oh my gosh! I have to get my swimsuit!" she shouted in glee as she ran out of

the kitchen.

Mr. Hollen laughed then turned to me and took my hands into his. "You're awfully quiet; you're not

excited?"

"Yes I am, sir," I said shyly.

"Why don't you call me Ethan when we're alone," he kindly insisted.

"Um, sir, that wouldn't sound right."

He let out a frustrated sigh.

"Oh, um, I cooked dinner for you." I felt I sounded awkward, but I'd taken the liberty of cooking him a

meal when Halley and I came back from shopping-- a chicken soup.

"Okay. I'll go shower and change then come back for my dinner," he said, getting up from the table.

"Oh, don't forget to pack your swimsuit too," he added as he left.

My face fell. I didn't own a swimsuit or a bikini and forgot to get one at the mall earlier.

"You do have one right?" Halley asked as she came back, having overheard Mr. Hollen's statement

about the swimsuit.

"No," I answered quietly.

"Okay. It's late now, so we'll get you one when we reach there." She lit up and did little jumps like a kid.

"Emma, we're going to Miami."

I could only smile.

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We arrived at an airport and boarded a private jet. Silly me for thinking that we would have a long drive.

I forgot my boss was a billionaire; he had it all.

"Buckle up," Halley said to me as she did hers.

I struggled with the seat belt for a bit utnil Mr. Hollen leaned in and did it correctly.

"Thanks," I said coldly, feeling like a complete fool. I couldn't even put on a seat belt.

I hope I don't embarrass myself or Mr. Hollen at his company's auction this weekend. I was so

inexperienced with such things. Do you go around greeting people? Do you bring them drinks? Do you

shake hands with everyone there? What do you do?

"Are you okay?" Mr. Hollen asked, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Yes, I'm fine."

Then it dawned on me also that I was in a freaking plane. I had never been in a plane. I remembered

how panicked I was in the elevator when I went for the interview at his company; now I was in his

plane. If I was so scared of the elevator, shouldn't I be even more scared of the plane? I held my chest

and swallowed hard as fright took over my body.

Halley noticed and smirked at me. "First time flying Emma?" she asked in a teasing voice.

I nodded.

Mr. Hollen looked at me with what seemed like concern or confusion, I wasn't sure.

Thanks a lot Halley. She just had to put me on the spot again. But wasn't it obvious enough when I

couldn't even put on the seat belt?

"Please fasten your seat belts and prepare for take off," a voice spoke smoothly through the plane's

intercom.

An air hostess walked towards us. "Hello, may I offer you a drink?" she asked while resting her hand on

Mr. Hollen's shoulder in a seductive manner.

So unprofessional.

Mr. Hollen looked up at her. "Do you like this job?" he asked her calmly.

"Yes, I love it," she smiled.

"Well, I suggest you take your hand off of me before I fire you."

She held her mouth opened with surprise as she pulled away.

"I'm sorry E... I mean, Mr. Hollen," she said, covering her embarrassment. "Can I get you something to

drink?" she asked again, putting back on a smile.

"What would you like to have?" he asked us.

"Ginger ale for me."

"A glass of pinot noir," Halley requested.

"Same as Halley," Mr. Hollen said with a smile.

Now I felt like the odd one out. What the hell is pinot noir? It had to be a drink, but what exactly? I

wanted to try it too if they both were having it but I was too afraid to change my order.

The hostess came back with three drinks. She served us then disappeared towards the cockpit.

"I love this wine," Halley said taking a sip.

Oh so it's a wine.

"I like my ginger ale," I said as I took a sip.

Mr. Hollen laughed lightly. "Emma. Would you like to try it?"

"No, I don't like alcohol."

I was amazed it only took us two hours to get from New York to Miami. How fast were we flying?

The plane ride was exciting. Mr. Hollen bonded with us as if we were his friends, not just his maids. He

told us stories about his trips to different countries, the different aspects and cultures he'd learnt and

the different languages he spoke. Halley even communicated with him in French, and I was impressed

how fluent they were. I had no idea she spoke French, though I did realize she had a bit of an accent.

We arrived at a lovely beach house. Very modern, designed like the mansion, it was very welcoming. It

was cute and just the perfect size, not too big or small.

"Welcome to my beach house. This is Vero Beach, by the way," he said with a big smile as he unlocked

the door and ushered us inside. I looked around in amazement like I did when I first got to his mansion

in New York.

"So, Mr. H, the house is so nice, but it's not like you," Halley said, setting down her luggage.

I thought it was rude of her to say such a thing.

"Why?" he asked as he checked the lights to make sure they were working.

"This house isn't too small for you?"

I gave her a small tap on the arm. She mouthed something to me.

"This is my get away Halley. All my life I had a standard to keep up and an image to protect. Everyone

expects great things because of who I am and what I represent, but, contrary to popular belief, I'm a

simple person. I love this beach house even more than I love the mansion."

Halley looked at him with a bewildered look as if he had to be crazy to say that.

There wasn't a pool or a Jacuzzi like at the mansion. It was a simple cute beach house with a nice

outdoor environment. I felt at peace with the house. It reminded me of myself. It was simple; it didn't

need anything expensive to make it beautiful. It was beautiful on the inside and unique on the outside.

"Where are our rooms?" I asked, remembering I should work on my shyness. This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

"Upstairs, follow me."

He showed us to the rooms.

I had a lovely view of the beach which was like right there. It was so awesome. And I had a view of the

front yard on the other side.

Halley's room was at the far end and Mr. Hollen's room was right in the middle.

I looked at my phone: 2:00 p.m. I was hungry. I went down to the kitchen to prepare something to eat

but there was a chef there preparing something that smelled so delicious. I greeted her and she gave

me a warm smile.

"Miss Agnes!" I shouted out in joy as I ran into her arms. Oh, how I'd missed her.