Page 3 of The Maid

He knocked once, then twice, before he saw the light flicker on and then heard that raspy voice say, “Who is it? "

"It's me, Gun."

There was shuffling from the other side before she slid the lock and opened the door, just a crack. "Gunther, what are you doing here? "

Her red hair was loose, and the waves fell down below her shoulders. Her green eyes looked like emeralds in the moonlight (and yes, he was thinking in fucking sonnets). In a Miami University t-shirt and plaid boxer shorts, she looked as if she'd just been asleep. Without answering, he moved forward, forcing her to step aside and let him in. "It's late Gunther and you being here is very inappropriate."

"Why? Why is it inappropriate, Addie?"

Addie? Why had he just called her Addie?

"Because you're too young, I work for your parents, and well, you’re you. You're Gunther McCall!"

"I'm not that young, and I don't give a fuck about the rest."

She stepped back and crossed her arms over her chest. "How about your girlfriend? You don't give a fuck about that either?"

He groaned. The way she said fuck…it made his dick hard. Hell, since he'd laid eyes on her, his dick had been hard.

"I don't have a girlfriend. That's just someone my parents wish was my girlfriend. Forget her, she's no one. Now you, on the other hand…"

"Me? I'm the maid, as you dickishly put it earlier. Which is why I don't understand why you're here."

He stepped forward and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. Visible goosebumps erupted on her arms. He never had a reaction like this to anyone before and apparently, she was feeling it too. He wanted her so bad he couldn't think of anything else. "What are you doing?" she asked.

"I'm making a point. Can I ask you something, Addie? Are you the kind of girl that hooks up with guys you just met?"

She looked as if she'd been slapped. "What the hell? How dare you ask me something personal like that. You don't even know me."

"It was more of a rhetorical question. I already know the answer. You don't hook up with guys you've just met."

Somehow, they'd ended up in her bedroom. Granted it was a tiny little home, and her bedroom was just a few feet away from the front door. He'd been inching his way forward and she'd been inching her way back. One could even argue that she'd led them into her bedroom, she could have backed them into the kitchen. "If you already know the answer, then why even ask?"

"Because I know you're not the kind of girl that just hooks up randomly yet here you are, about to fuck me." She opened her mouth about to tell him off when he cut her off. "Do not stand there and tell me you did not feel something when you met me earlier today. Or that you didn't feel something when you walked into my room with those towels. Or that you didn't secretly hope I'd come here tonight. Those are not feelings you get for just anybody. Admit it."

He took a final step and the backs of her knees hit the bed and she tumbled down. She could have pushed him away. She could have asked him to leave. But none of those things happened because he knew just as well as she did that the chemistry between them was undeniable.

"This is a terrible idea."

That was not a no.

"You're right," he said as he reached for the bottom of his shirt, pulled it over his head and tossed it aside. "Most of the best times begin as bad decisions."

She bit her lips, her eyes trailing up from his abs to his neck. "Say yes, Addie." When their eyes locked, her piercing green eyes were hooded with lust. Her legs parted enough for him to move between them, and he knew at that moment that this would be the best sex of their lives.

And he hadn't even kissed her yet.

"Yes," she said in a breathless whisper.

"Thank God," he said.

"We can't get caught."

"Fuck no." His parents would kill him. "Just sex. No messiness. I leave in a month." And he wasted no time kissing her, hoping she wouldn't change her mind.

Gunther took her face in his hands, his tenderness surprising her. He sucked on her tongue and nipped at her lips until a moan escaped her. His big hands roamed over her body as he lay over her, his weight on his elbows.

Adalyn had slept with three guys. The first was when she was seventeen and it had been a disaster as most first sexual experiences were. From twenty to twenty-two she'd been a with Luis, a steady boyfriend, and they'd had sex whenever they were alone, which wasn't that often. After they'd broken up, she'd met Steve. T and they dated for about a year and the sex with Steve had been great. Or so she had thought until now. The way Gunther kissed was wonderful and she wanted more of it.

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