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Chapter 19
The next morning when I woke up the widest grin spilled across my face. The whole world was brighter… Sharper... It was as though there had been some sort of cloudiness to my vision, and now it was gone. Maybe because I was still on a post-orgasmic power trip or something, but whatever it was, I felt great.
The best part was that Julien was still there, tucked under the covers against my back. I quietly moved my arm away from him, happy to get the feeling back after he slept on it for most the night. I smiled at him, shaking my head.
I didn't know what to do, whether I should report to Marie, go back to my own room, or just lay in bed and fall back asleep against Julien. My heart said the latter, but I knew that I should at least shower first…
Julien's en suite was nearly twice the size of my own large one, and decked out just as nicely. I stood there for a full five minutes trying to debate on whether I wanted to take a nice hot shower or soak in the huge clawfoot tub. I decided to go with the shower.
I sighed, rubbing my shoulder as the hot water cascaded down my body. I got the water as hot as I could take it, hoping that I would feel as fresh and clean as possible for my next romp in bed with Julien. Which would happen soon… if I had any say in it.
Once I had toweled off, I tiptoed into his bedroom and right away I knew that he was gone. I could feel the creeping pangs of regret until I saw the little note he left me on my pillow...
I have so much I'd like to say, but I'll save it for when I see you next. I have to go out for the day and meet with clients, but I'll be sure to be back early this evening so that I can spend it with you.
Until I see you next- Julien.
Well, I thought. I guess I'll go ahead and get dressed back in my room. I hope Marie won't be too angry that I'm already an hour late to work...
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Chapter 20
She may have been a teensy bit mad at me this time… It wasn't really my fault. At least that's what I tried to tell myself. It had become hard to get any work done around the house. Every time I’d be alone cleaning a room, Julien would find me… And cleaning up became the last thing on my mind.
Julien couldn't keep his hands off me, and I didn't want him to.
Okay, so there were a couple of times that maybe I initiated everything… but who could blame me? When you have the sexiest man alive waiting to hike up your skirt and fill you up with the kind of heat Julien was packing, how could you say no?
I think my favorite time was when I was trying to help Marie with the laundry. It was the biggest laundry room I'd ever seen, of course. She had walked out for a moment to go fetch some starch when Julien sneaked in, shut and locked the door, and bent me right over the dryer...
Or maybe it was the fact that after he was done working for the day, Julien would take me out for the evening. He always requested that I got completely freshened up and dressed up to the nines to go to all these beautiful places he wanted to take me. I guess that's one of the many perks of dating a billionaire.
I know that I shouldn't get caught up in silly things like money, but coming from a home where both parents had worked two jobs to keep up… it kind of made me really appreciate the life I was living.
I finally broke down and accepted the bracelet that Julien had bought me two weeks ago before our first night together. The best part was that I could see how much it meant to him. For as long as he would have me, I knew that this piece of jewelry would mean a lot to the both of us.
Julien never wanted to talk specifics about financial things, and that was totally fine with me. I really didn't want to hear it, to be quite honest. I knew he was worth a lot of money, but he was worth a lot more than money to me… That's all that really mattered. The past two weeks I had seen so many different sides to him.
We even had our first fight over something silly… That ended up leading to the best thing yet — makeup sex. I think he might have even picked the fight with me for the express purpose of makeup sex, but Julien still denied it.
Only a few days ago Agent Wilson finally called me back, checking in on me to see how I was doing at my job. I had to laugh, even though I felt incredibly guilty about it. The truth was that I was doing really well, just not at my job. With all the times that Julien and I sneaked off to spend time together one way or another, you could have barely called me a housekeeper... I ended up telling Agent Wilson that I wasn't sure I wanted to find a new place to live just yet. I didn't mention the whole relationship Julien thing, because it really wasn't his business.
"Well, I suppose that as long as it's okay with Mr. Malveaux, it wouldn’t make a difference to us. I would just make sure that you find the proper kind of job to line up for after this one runs out. It would just be smarter that way," Agent Wilson informed me.
Well, of course. I wasn't just gonna sit there and not do anything about my future. Whether it was with Julien or wasn't, I still had to figure out what I wanted to do with my life. It was just kind of hard when I had Julien constantly trying to take my clothes off all the time… Not that I was complaining.
I finished cleaning up the billiards room, vacuuming the last corners for the evening. My arms ached from having to push and pull the heavy vacuum cleaner all throughout the lower level of the house. You would think that in an old house such as this one, that carpet would've never even been made a thing, but apparently Julien didn't like to have cold feet. Of course I suggested to him to wear shoes, even house slippers, but he preferred his bare feet on shag. So there you go.
I wrapped the cord up around the vacuum cleaner, wiping my forehead. No one ever tells you before you get into the cleaning business that cleaning is a lot harder than it looks. Or at least cleaning someone else's place is… My apartment back home was constantly clean, and I barely had to work to keep it that way. Then again… my apartment wasn't a sprawling château in the French countryside, either.
Before I turned to walk out the door I felt a thick arm wrap around my middle and squeezing me tightly, making me scream in the process.
It wasn’t Julien.
I tried to spin around, but the arm was just wrapping tighter and tighter around me, making it harder for me to breathe. I felt a hand at my throat, choking me, cutting off the scream that had led to nowhere. There were no rushing footsteps down the hall, no one was coming for me to help.