Chapter 3
EVIE
Sitting in the back of the van with the other girls, I glance at their faces, wondering how they can laugh and joke while we’re on our way to another house to clean.
I’m thankful for the job, and I have no problem with cleaning houses. It’s the topless part that gets to me, but beggars can’t be choosers. We all wear the same uniform which consists of black high heels, a black g-string, and a black jacket that has the words Double D’s Cleaning Services scribbled across the back in nauseating bright orange. The shoes are a size too big for me, but I took care of that by stuffing toilet paper in the front.
I keep telling myself it’s a million times better than having to whore my body out for a warm meal. At least I still have some control. The clients aren’t allowed to touch us. Cleaning their homes topless is only for their viewing pleasure.
It’s my third day on the job, and as the van comes to a stop in front of a mansion, my stomach plunges to my feet from the weight of my nerves. I’ll never get used to this.
It’s only until you can find something better, Evie.
I’ll get paid on Friday. It won’t be much, but it will be enough to see me through until next Friday. Right now that’s all I can focus on, just making it through every day.
I climb out of the van and wait for all the girls to walk ahead of me. Yesterday I learned that if I let them go in first, the owner is too busy ogling them to notice me. I’m the youngest and more petite than the other girls. I never thought I’d be thankful for my small breasts but seeing as the others have more to stare at, I don’t get gawked at too much.
My stomach tightens as I reach the front door. The little food I’ve managed to get my hands on threatens to come back up as I walk into the house. My eyes dart around, assessing my surroundings.
The interior reeks of money and I cringe as I imagine the perverted old man who must live here. As I walk into the living room, I immediately notice two men. They’re sitting in front of a massive flat screen TV while eating sandwiches which makes my stomach growl.
Oh shit. They’re not old.
They don’t look much older than me. The fact that the men are both good looking doesn’t do anything to calm my nerves. So far, we’ve only been called out to homes of elderly men. My heart starts to beat faster when another man comes down the stairs to my right. The second he sees me, he freezes.
A look of confusion washes over his handsome face, and he slowly walks closer.
When he sees the other five girls, his mouth drops open.
“What’s going on?” he asks the other two men in the living room.
The one stops mid-bite. “They’re here for Rhett.”
“What the fuck?” Someone growls behind me.
I let out a startled shriek and cower closer to Phoebe and the other girls. I keep forgetting their names and only remember Phoebe’s because she’s in charge of our group.
Cautiously I glance at the man who just walked in from outside. He’s dressed in running gear. He glances at us, and the intimidating look on his face almost makes my heart beat out of my chest.
These guys are all strong and young, which makes them more of a threat than any of the elderly men whose houses we’ve been to. I feel on edge and want to leave.
“Rhett! Get your ass down here,” he hollers.
Oh crap. Oh crap. Oh crap.
I’ve never felt so uncomfortable and out of place in my entire life, and that’s saying a lot seeing as I never belonged anywhere.
“Is the cleaning company here?” Someone asks, and then he appears at the top of the stairs.
For a moment my heart stops, and I even forget to breathe as the most attractive man I’ve ever seen comes down the stairs.
Phoebe takes a step forward blocking me from his view. “We’re from Double D’s Cleaning Services. We’re looking for Mr. Rhett Daniels.”
“That would be me,” the drop-dead gorgeous man says as he stops at the bottom of the stairs.
I peek over Phoebe’s shoulder and forget that we’re not allowed to make eye contact. I shamelessly stare at Rhett. His eyes are the same dark color as his hair, almost black. Everything about him is striking, from his strong jaw to the cocky grin.
“You hired a fucking cleaning service?” The other guy growls again, yanking my attention back to him. It’s just in time to see him grab the hem of his shirt which he uses to wipe the sweat from his face. My eyes drop down, and they widen. Never in my life have I seen abs like that.