Page 169 of Mayhem and Minnie

She had a bandage around her head yesterday.

It was nowhere to be seen today, nor did she display any visible injuries.

I frown. Why didn’t I think about this earlier?

Because you were too damn focused on resisting her siren’s song to think of anything else.

Alas, not for the first time, I do seem to be rather scatterbrained and weak-willed whenever I’m in her presence. And she knows it, too, because she’s always taking advantage of it.

Determined to get to the bottom of this, I stride toward her room.

“Minnie!” I call out again.

Before I reach her room, she opens the door and comes out, her arms crossed over her chest, her lips flattened in disapproval. She’s changed out of her maid uniform and she’s now wearing a pair of jeans that fit snugly over her hips—maddeningly so, might I add—and a white sweater.

“Why are you yelling?” she asks me with a pointed look.

“You weren’t in the kitchen.”

“Am I supposed to always be in the kitchen?”

I frown at her displeased tone.

“Well, yes. It’s your job.”

Her nostrils flare as she takes a step toward me.

“Is that all I’m good for? Cooking? Cleaning?”

I blink, the vehemence in her voice taking me aback.

“Well, you are my maid,” I reply, scratching the back of my head.

She stomps her foot loudly as she releases an aggravated humph.

“Marlowe! Why do you even want to bond with me if all I’m good for is being your maid?”

“That’s not what I said.” I put a hand up.

“You just said I’m your maid so it’s my job to clean and cook.”

“Exactly. When we marry, you’ll be my wife. Of course it will still be your job to cook. I’ll take over the cleaning since I’m much better at that. But you’ll have other duties too.”

“Like what?” She raises a brow.

“Like warming my bed.” I give her one of my charming smiles.

It doesn’t do the job.

She glares at me.

“So cooking and warming your bed. That’s all?”

I take a moment to reply as I think about what the best course of action is. Clearly, she’s not satisfied with my answers so far, and the last thing I want to do is piss her off.

I need a strand of hair from her.

I’m also quite hungry. And if she’s mad at me, she won’t make me anything to eat.

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