“Well, I’m stepping out. I’ll be right back,” says Albie in a bossy voice, and we hear the door swing on its hinges.
“Okay Albie,” says Lacy. And then she melts. The blonde falls onto me and I clasp her to my chest. She fits perfectly, an absolute angel.
Oh shit. I can’t believe this just happened. I just fucked my new maid behind the kitchen counter as my long-time housekeeper droned on and on about groceries and whatnot. What the hell is going on?
But deep inside, I know it’s not over yet because I’ve been a cave man locked in ice for years now, my heart frozen solid. And somehow, this sweet blonde thing with the luscious curves and sassy smile has melted that ice … letting the beast out, for better or worse.
CHAPTER 2
LACY
Oh my god, did that just happen? Did I just have sex with my new boss on the kitchen floor, as Albie droned on and on about putting the salt in the right place in the cupboard?
But it’s true, and after we were finished, Howard and I looked at each other, both our faces filled with amazement. But then the billionaire spoke in a low growl.
“Seeing I’ve taken advantage of you, do you want to come up and use my bathroom to get clean? You can’t really work when you’re sticky and hot.”
I blushed because I never do this. He’s a stranger, and yet I let him touch me everywhere. So I was about to refuse when suddenly a warm trickle of cum slid down my thigh. Mr. Bates was right. I had to get clean, so obediently, I followed the man up the stairs to his en suite, stepping into the shower.
And this bathroom is incredible. How did I end up here in this place with the silky towels and the green marble counters? I’m from a lower middle class background, and we had a well we used for water. Our baths were more tepid than hot, so this is a dramatic change.
The shower blasts spray onto me from six different faucet heads. The water hits my curves and washes down my legs to my toenails, painted red. I’m not sure what made Howie do what he did to me today, but I can say one thing. I trust him. From the moment I walked into his office and saw him in the chair, staring at me like I was a movie star, well, I just knew.
Because I had a boyfriend before I became a maid. Charlie. Charlie kept me in a nice little house in New Jersey, where we ate boxed pizza and brushed out teeth looking in the mirror at the same time. Charlie was alright, but he can’t compare to Howie. Not in terms of power, charisma, or charm. And definitely not in terms of cock proportion. Charlie was average, but Howie is downright enormous. I smile as the fancy French soap trickles over my torso. I laugh a little too. Charlie kicked me out because he thought I was sleeping around on him, but I wasn’t! I’d never do such a thing. Despite my lower middle-class background, one thing the Brewsters are is loyal. And Lacy Brewster has cheated. It’s just not in my DNA.
Sighing, I step out of the bathroom with a plush green towel draped around my body. Outside of the penthouse window is the most incredible view of Manhattan I’ve ever seen. The Empire State looms in the background, with a view of the Hudson River sparkling in the distance.
But that doesn’t compare to the giant man lounging in the bed. Because Mr. Bates is spectacular in every way. His shirt is off and the muscles of his chest gleam in the dim light of the room. He’s stretched out, revealing long, powerful legs and strong arms linked behind his head. He’s downright gorgeous, and Charlie fades away into nothingness.
“Come here,” commands Mr. Bates, and I do. I slip right into the sheets and nuzzle up beside him. He smells like musk and masculine cologne with a hint of peppermint aftershave.
“Lacy,” he says, taking my head in his big hand and turning my face up to greet him. He looks deep into my eyes, the blue so dark that it’s almost black. My pussy aches for his big cock again but I can see he wants to talk.
“How did you come to work for me?”
“Well,” I start shyly, smiling. “I had a boyfriend in New Jersey. But he thought I was sleeping around on him, so he kicked me out, and I moved to the city. I saw this job advertised through an agency and signed up. It wasn’t hard to get the position because I don’t think there were many applicants.”
Howie smiles.
“Really? I thought I paid top dollar to all my employees.”
I nod.
“Yes, but I had to interview with Albie, and she’s umm … how do you say it? A tough interviewer?”
Mr. Bates nods, a dry smile on his face.
“Yeah, she’s been with us forever, and she’s hard on new people. But as you can tell, she’s also clueless person. We had sex right under her nose, and she didn’t even know.”
I titter a little.
“I know,” is my breathless sigh. “It was incredible, wasn’t it?”
Howie’s blue eyes gleam as he pulls me close to lean against his chest.
“It was incredible, but even more incredible is you. So where do you live? You’re not staying in this house, are you?” he frowns, brow wrinkling.
I shake my head.