Kitchen Secrets
Authors note: This is chapter 1 enjoy! I don't know when I'll have the 2nd chapter up but I will get it up as soon as I can!
Chapter 1
Hannah’s curiosity was something no one should ever mess with, Hannah constantly prided herself on how good her detective skills were.
Although Hannah was good at sleuthing, she couldn’t find anything on this mysterious person whose voice seemed so velvety over the phone. Even though Hannah had only heard it once, she couldn’t get it out of her head, just the way it felt through the speaker of the phone.
Hannah shook her head and placed her computer onto the coffee table that had been placed in front of her couch. It was 2 in the morning, usually around this time she was asleep, but something about this woman kept her awake.
Hannah sighs and moves towards her bedroom, she grabs some pajamas from one of her boxes, easily slipping them on before sliding into her bed. She slowly closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, her heart was beating furiously, she was going to see her tomorrow. She had to, it said she could order anything, that it was on her. Hannah prayed she would, she couldn’t go another day without knowing who this woman was.
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Hannah groans as her phones alarm goes off, alerting her that it was 11 A.M. Hannah never really woke any later than 11. She was a morning person, she always loved saying ‘early bird gets the worm’ to anyone who asked why she woke up so early.
Hannah slides out of her bed, her bare feet shuffling against the carpet as she moved towards the kitchen. A shiver racks through her as her body reacts to touching the cold kitchen tile, as soon as it relaxes she moves towards the fridge, grabbing out some eggs. She places them in the frying pan and starts to get cooking.
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The closer it got to 5 P.M., the faster Hannah’s heart starts to beat. She can’t seem to get this womans voice out of her head. She stands up and starts to pace around her apartment, who was this women? Why was she so intriguing to Hannah?
Hannah pulls out her phone and clicks it on, only to see she had got a message from an unknown number.
You have an hour left before your meeting. Don’t be late
That was all it said, the number was untraceable and there was no initials to even give an idea of who it might’ve been. Hannah sighs and grabs some of her things before getting into the elevator and heading towards her car.
A half and hour later Hannah’s reached her destination and steps out of her car; her heart is racing a thousand miles per minute, and she can barely contain how anxious she is. She’ll finally be able to put a face on that beautiful voice she heard last night.
Hannah steps towards the restaurant and instantly a waiter greets her.
“Do you have reservations? He instantly asks. Hannah’s eyebrows knit together in confusion, this place doesn't look that fancy to need reservations to get it. But maybe that was the appeal.
“I’m not sure.” She answers honestly. The waiter lets out an annoyed sigh and pulls out a notepad.
“Full name please.” The waiter demands. Hannah fights back the urge to roll her eyes and walk away. If this was a normal meeting, Hannah would’ve left already, she hated how rude some people could be, and Hannah wanted nothing to do with them.
“Hannah Hart.” She scoffs. The waiter sighs as his eyes slowly travel down the page.
“Ah. Here we are. Table 2. I’ll be back with you menu in a bit.” He says. Leaving Hannah before she can even ask for a water to drink. Hannah sighs and grabs a seat at her table.
“The nerve of some people.” A voice says behind her. Hannah turns around quickly, her heart pounding hard against her chest. “Hi. I’m Mamrie Hart. Your 5 o’clock meeting.” Hannah nods, and her heart starts to return to its normal tempo. Hannah looks Mamrie over, her bold mix of greenish blue eyes only brought out her fiery red hair.
“Nice to meet you. I’m uh… I’m Hannah Hart.” She responds, holding her hand out to shake Mamrie’s. Mamrie’s smile grows into a grin and she shakes Hannah’s hand.
“Another Hart I see. Don’t run into them very often. How ironic that I’m going to have my boss have the same last name as me. They’ll think we’re married.” Mamrie jokes. Hannah gives her a confused smile.
“What do you mean work for me?” she asks. Mamrie laughs.
“I’m going to be your bartender.” Mamrie states. Hannah raises and eyebrow in question.
“Do I have a choice in this?” Hannah asks. Mamrie chuckles and shakes her head, the waiter has returned and gives us both our menus.
“No. Sorry. The higher power put me with you. We don’t have a choice.” Mamrie says as her eyes skim over the menu.
“And who is this higher power?” Hannah questions. Mamrie shrugs her shoulders and waves the waiter over.
“Give me the veggie burger and a bloody mary please.” Mamrie says, handing him her menu. The waiter looks over at me expectantly.
“I’ll take your chicken alfredo, and just water please.” Hannah mumbles. The waiter walks away and she looks back at Mamrie. “So, how long have you been working in this company?”
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Dinner with Mamrie was great, she was a nice women, funny, smart, loved puns. Exactly what Hannah looked for in a friend, but she had little to no information about the company they worked for; Hannah tried to ask about the mysterious girl that had called her, but Mamrie seemed to know nothing about a women like that. Mamrie said she had never even gotten a call like that from the company.
Hannah sets her keys and wallet on her kitchen counter before heading over to the couch and turning on her Macbook. She quickly turns onto the TV before looking over at her desktop to get started. She needed to give recipes that she would like Mamrie to make, along with her own original concoctions.
Just as her eyes settled on the desktop, another message laid upon the screen. Another message from her, Hannah could tell, it had her written all over it. The message was another sticky note, meaning that she had to have been in Hannah’s apartment to write it.
Her heart started to race, she looked around quickly, Hannah’s eyes searching the apartment, desperate to catch even a glimpse of this mystery woman. But there was nothing, no evidence that anyone had even been in her apartment. Slowly Hannah allows herself to calm and looks back at the computer screen. The note was a simple one.
You have another meeting, but this one is at 11 A.M., don’t be late, I forewarn you. This one might not be as pleasant as the last.
Hannah closes the sticky note, speechless. Did this mean she was finally going to meet her, the woman who has been haunting her thoughts with her velvety voice. Hannah seemed to be head over heels for this woman, yet she had only ever heard her voice. She knew that voice had to belong to someone beautiful. There was just no way it couldn’t.
Now unable to have the comprehension to do anything else; Hannah slowly lays herself down on the couch, her eyes staring blankly at the ceiling, she was praying that it wasn’t another one of her employees again, if so, she didn’t know if her little heart could take it.
Soon Hannah’s eyes grew heavy and they slowly closed, pulling Hannah down into a deep sleep.
Mamrie’s POV
Mamrie stood there pacing around her bar, how on Earth could she even think of doing her usual stunt on a woman like Hannah? Hannah was so innocent and so positive, something like this would kill her.
“Stop pacing. You’re going to give me a headache.” A familiar velvety voice says. Cutting through the silence. Mamrie whips around, only to see the familiar outline of her boss, wearing her usual outfit, a simple dress suit, and sunglasses. Mamrie glares at her.
“How can you do this to someone like her? She is so innocent, what you’re going to do is going to break her in half.” Mamrie hisses. Her boss simply smiles, her highlighted, blonde hair curled around her shoulders, framing her face.
“That’s the plan.” She replies. Mamrie narrows her eyes and growls.
“You can’t possibly do this to her. It’ll kill her, I know I’ve helped you wrangle in your little toys before. But those were all men, Hannah is a little lesbian who doesn’t know any better. She was love struck when she was talking about you. And she’s only ever heard your voice!” Mamrie yells. Her bosses smile grew.
“She did, did she?” She says, while slowly laying down a dress on the bar table top that had been in her hands a few seconds before.
“No. You can’t wear a dress like that to your meeting with her tomorrow!” Mamrie protests. The blonde women chuckles and grabs a glass of tequila, pouring herself a shot.
“Why yes I am. And I can’t wait to see how her jaw drops.” The blonde laughs. Mamrie shakes her head in disgust.
“I’ve been working for you for a year, yet you still seem to surprise me with how low you can get.” Mamrie mutters, “Yet I don’t even know your name and I know more about you than anyone ever will.” The blonde throws the shot back, wincing slightly before looking over at Mamrie thoughtfully.
“You’re right. You have been working for me for a year. I guess it’s time you learn my name.” Her boss pulls off her sunglasses, her dark brown eyes luring Mamrie in. “My name is Grace Helbig. Get used to it Mamrie, because while you’re at your bar in Hannah’s restaurant, you're going to hear Hannah screaming it at the top of her lungs.” With that Grace grabs her dress and walks out of the bar, so eloquently, that if it weren’t for the overwhelming smell of lavender and vanilla, you would have never known she had ever been in the bar.
Mamrie falls onto one of her barstools, her brain all over the place as she searched for a solution. Mamrie needed to save Hannah, but how? She couldn’t possibly get fired, this was the best paying job in Los Angeles. Mamrie’s eyes start to water as she realizes the harsh reality, there was nothing she could do to save Hannah, all she could do was sit and watch it happen.
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