Page 72 of Mayhem and Minnie

The camera feed suddenly buzzes out, and a static appears on the screen.

I frown and try to refresh it, but it doesn’t work.

It lasts a total of ten seconds before the feed comes back on.

I blink in shock.

Minnie smiles to herself as she looks around the sparkling bathroom—the same one that was previously ninety-nine percent dirty.

What the…

I stare at my screen, unsure of what I’m seeing.

She couldn’t have cleaned everything in ten seconds. There’s absolutely no way.

Muttering a curse, I get up and go downstairs to investigate. But the moment I reach the landing of the stairs on the ground floor, a strong scent wafts toward me.

My nostrils flare.

I stomp to the kitchen, convinced she’s up to no good again.

To my surprise, however, she’s not doing anything wrong.

She’s cooking.

There’s a big pot on the stove, and she sways from side to side in that alluring maid costume of hers as she stirs the food.

When the hell did she have time to cook?

It must have been only a couple of minutes since I saw her finish with the bathroom.

“Minnie,” I bark out.

Perhaps she had the pot on the stove while she was cleaning? But that doesn’t explain her swift transformation of the bathroom. And unless I’m mad, and frankly, I don’t think I am, something is wrong here.

She startles, turning to look at me. Her eyes widen and she swallows. Then she plasters a fake smile on her face.

“What are you doing?”

“Cooking.” She shrugs. “It’s in my responsibility sheet.”

I narrow my eyes at her.

Her tone is flippant, as is her answer, and her body language tells me she wants me nowhere near her.

I scowl.

“How did you finish cleaning so quickly?” I ask.

“How do you know I finished?” she counters.

“I checked,” I lie automatically.

Her tongue clicks against her teeth.

“It’s to your liking, I assume?” She raises a brow as she leans back against the kitchen counter.

Who is this Minnie and what did she do with my sweet little heathen?

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