Maid For Daddy (Please Me, Daddy 3)

“Tiffany, it’s a pleasure,” he says, giving me a warm smile that makes me grow weak just at the sight of it.

“I’ve heard quite a bit of your background. I can’t say I haven’t done my research.” He grins at me, making me feel as if he knows more to me than I even know.

I watch as his eyes shift from my long, brown hair and up to my blue eyes. He’s blatantly checking me out, and it’s clear as hell. His eyes slowly trace the length of my body; I feel as if he’s undressing me, which just so happens to be turning me on as I feel my nipples grow hard.

I blush, trying to ignore the tingling sensation that I now feel as I’m sure he sees how aroused I am as he runs his eyes along my body. I can’t help it, but I’m nervous and worked up all in one.

“I believe you’ll do just fine here,” he says, the faintest hint of a smirk crossing his lips.

Did I just get the job?

“That wasn’t much of an interview,” I reply, offering a sweet smile back to lighten my tone.

“You haven’t asked any questions.” I add.

His eyes brighten, twinkling a little brighter as I’m now wondering what’s running through his mind as he looks at me, questioning me as I’m questioning him…

“Do you know how to clean, sweep, mop, and make beds?” He sounds bored intentionally, laughing at me.

“Yes, I would say so,” I whisper, feeling uncertain that this is even right for me…

He’s particular it seems, and if I had to guess, he’s rather particular about his living space and the people he chooses to employ within it. So I suppose landing this job should be a privilege… right?

“Then, you have a job as my maid. I know it’s a large ground to care for, but I have a few other maids as well; you will meet the staff first thing come morning. I’m going to give you today to gather your items. Pick a room on the second level, and you will start first thing in the morning.” He states, giving me the feeling he’s not here to waste time with putting me to work.

“I don’t have much of anything to bring... I’ve been going through some rough times as of late, but I can assure you, no troubles will follow me here,” I tell him, biting down on my lip again as my nerves have yet to subside. I once promised myself that I wouldn’t tell anyone of my struggles — especially not the man in charge of hiring me. However, I also didn’t think Mr. Garrison would employ me right here on the spot. It’s a surprise and a stroke of luck for me, that’s for damn sure.

“I don’t care to know your past or t

he hard times you’ve fallen upon. I do care about where you’re heading now and how you will change your life by working for me. You will have a new life here, and it’s up to you to embrace it to follow a greater path in life. When I don’t prefer a path I’m heading down, I change direction. We are allowed to do that in this life, and that’s precisely what you will do now.”

His words are firm, but I can sense the soft side to him. He’s being sincere, honest, something I haven’t felt from any man.

“Thank you, Mr. Garrison. I appreciate this opportunity more than you know.” I smile up at him, feeling grateful to have a source of income again and not to mention, a roof over my head. It feels as if a significant weight has been lifted from me as I can see the bright light to a change, a wonderful change at that.

“Now, I will take you up to the second floor so you can choose which room will be of preference for your time here. There’s a few rooms available with ample privacy.” He says, following with a sexy grin as if he knows I’ll need the privacy under his roof.

He rises from his chair, striding out the room without a second to spare. I quickly jump up to follow behind, my heart pounding as I feel this place might be just what I need to turn my life around, and for good.

2

BRADY

The second Tiffany barged into my office; I knew she was unlike the other maids I have around here, which is the exact reason why I hired her so abruptly. In the past, I’ve hired much older, wiser housekeepers, but I’m not even sure if I’ve hired her due to her work ethic, that I surely hope she has, or just due to her stunning features that make a man uncomfortable to be around.

I love her smile, how happy she remains even though she’s down on her luck. There’s no need for her to tell me her troubles, but I can appreciate her honesty. I knew the job was hers the moment she walked in.

Under the presumption of checking out her size for a uniform, I let my eyes rove over her body without an ounce of fucking remorse. I couldn’t keep my eyes from her succulent breasts, perky, as they keep hidden behind that tight white dress she decided to wear today; I can only imagine how soft they feel, how plump they are.

There’s a light to her, and she teases me with those startling eyes without even meaning to.

Standing outside the room she picked out, I can’t help but imagine what she does alone in her room…

I immediately close my eyes tightly to rid my mind from the thought, certainly knowing an erection is well on the way with her by my side.

It’s a good thing my wife, Doreen, isn’t here; she would notice the discomfort with having Tiffany around. Although, I barely care at this point, given the fact that I’m pretty fucking sure Doreen has been having an affair for some time now, but that’s for another day. She’s simply the least of my worries at this moment.

“Are you with someone?” I ask, opening the bedroom door for her as we enter. The words slip out before I can even think, which would have stopped them from escaping in the first place.