The first few weeks with Kaley went better than I had expected. Every evening we hung out and just relaxed together. It almost seemed like her body was perfectly formed to rest against mine. When we would rest on the couch, her curves rested perfectly against my body, and there was never a moment where we felt uncomfortable together.
The sex with Kaley wasn't the most intense I had ever experienced, but it was very tinder and loving. Sex with Kaley was definitely different than any other woman I had been with on this job, but it was hot in its own special way.
The first week of October had gotten unseasonably warm, with temperatures setting a record in the area, surpassing 80 degrees. I had luckily brought a few pairs of shorts, so Kaley and I were able to enjoy the outdoor opportunities that the cabin had to offer.
One day, Kaley told me that after filming she would be returning with another actress and we could go take one of the speed boats out on the lake. She informed me that she would prepare the actress and let her know that I would be joining them, but I was still to pretend that I was her personal chef. She didn't want anyone to know that she was paying for sex, which was understandable.
I was relieved I wouldn't have to try to make up a bunch of stuff on the fly to her friend, but was excited to enjoy some time on the lake with both of them. I waited around the house for Kaley and her friend to get back from filming.
It was early afternoon, I heard the front door open from the kitchen. Kaley's voice rang out through the house as she was talking with her friend.
"Joe should be here somewhere. He is my personal chef that I met a year or two ago. He has turned into a great friend, so it is nice to bring him along with me. He cooks great food and is a great companion. We will invite him to come out on the boat with us."
Kaley's voice drew closer as I looked toward the hallway. Kaley turned the corner and smiled as she saw me.
"Dove, he is in here," Kaley said.
My heart stopped at this sentence. Dove was not a popular name. The only Dove I had met was Dove Cameron, back when I was working for Jennifer Lawrence. As you may recall, I had a sexual encounter with Dove that neither one of us had wanted brought to light.
I said a silent pray in my head, hoping that Dove Cameron would not turn the corner. It was to no avail as the young blonde who turned the corner was obviously the woman I had slept with just a few months prior.
Any lingering hope that she would not recognize me flew out the window as her face locked on mine, and she seemed as if she had seen a ghost. To Dove, I had just been a butler at a resort in Jamaica that she had gone a little too far with. She was rightly confused to see me now as a personal chef, who works in Canada for a different star.
I needed to break the awkward silence that had swept over the kitchen.
"Hi, I'm Joe Williams, Kaley's personal chef. It is nice to meet you!" I said extending a warm handshake.
Dove quizzically stared at me as she shook my hand, "Dove Cameron. It is nice to meet you too, Joe."
Kaley looked at us both, obviously unaware at the awkwardness between Dove and myself, and said, "Well, it looks like I am the only one who doesn't have a swimsuit on. I'm going to go put my bikini on and then we can head down to the water."
Kaley left Dove and me standing in the kitchen as she adjourned to her bedroom to get changed. As soon as the door shut Dove asked, "What are you doing here?"
"I am Kaley's personal chef," I responded, as if she might forget about Jamaica if I stuck to my cover story.
"Well, a few months ago you were a butler for Jennifer Lawrence in Jamaica, but Kaley says you have been her chef for years. Do you just moonlight as a butler for another star, or would you like to explain to me what is actually going on here?"
"Okay, listen, I don't have much time to explain this, but I need you to promise to be cool. I work for a group called The Agency. My job is to provide for the needs of celebrities when they are on extended work assignments. This may mean that I need to be their butler or their personal chef. I have been trained for a variety of jobs and am a trusted to provide celebrities with the ultimate privacy."
I stared at Dove hoping that my semi-lie was believable enough to satisfy her curiosity. The bedroom door opened and Kaley exited shouting for us that she was ready to go. Dove gave me a quick nod of approval, even though it didn't seem like she fully bought my story.
We made our way down a gravel path that led to the lake. Dove and Kaley chatted about something that had happened on set earlier that day, while I lagged behind them in hopes of lying low.
The sun was shining bright on the lake as we arrived at the dock. The air felt nice and warm as we got loaded into the speed boat. Dove and Kaley stripped out of the t-shirt and shorts and were sitting at the front of the boat in just their bikinis in hopes of getting a little tan. I untied the boat from the dock and drove slowly out to the middle of the water.
Dove was obviously thinking about what I had discussed with her earlier in the kitchen, and trying to make sense of it in her head. She would shoot me glance every couple of minutes, but would look away as I turned my head back toward her.
We reached the middle of the lake and I stopped the boat and let the sun shine down on us. Kaley was laid out on the seat taking in the sun in her push up orange bikini. The bikini top pushed her breasts up so they formed two perfect spheres on her chest. Her toned body soaked in the rays.
Dove lay back, looking slightly less pleased, but her body looked just as nice resting out in the sun. Her baby blue swim suit top wrapped itself around the middle part of her chest, with no straps for additional support. The top had some small cutouts in the middle, which showed off a hint of Dove's cleavage.
