Chapter 8: Hands to yourself (2)
"Why was I stuck cleaning windows that we already cleaned last night? Mavis is going to see fire when she dies. Nothing but fire," Annalise muttered, angrily cleaning the windows.
When she finally did a good job and pleased one of the Callahans, Mavis was upset with her, and stuck her with cleaning the windows again. Why? Mavis claimed the terrible weather in the night had blown debris all over the windows.
Annalise went as close as she could to the window for her eyes to inspect that glass which was perfectly fine.
"If she keeps this up, she'll see fire when she's alive," said Annalise.
Sensing someone was near, Annalise looked to her right where Connor stood. As if her day wasn't going bad already, she had to deal with him now.
"Feisty little thing, aren't you?" Connor asked, walking toward Annalise slowly so he could continue to enjoy her full appearance. What would it take for the wind to blow to show off the flesh hidden behind her dress? 'Rafael needs to order the maids to wear shorter dresses,' he thought.
'Annoying little thing, aren't you?' Annalise thought. She wanted to say it to Connor, but she did not wish to receive a complaint so early in the day.
Annalise stepped down from the chair to start cleaning the lower windows.
"Why did you step down? Afraid of me? You have no reason to be," Connor promised. He hoped no one had filled her head with lies. "I wouldn't push you off the chair."