Page 91 of Born to Make You Smile

He sighed with a roll of his eyes. “All right. Come in.”

I placed the tray down, and Gavin took my coat. When he caught sight of my outfit, his eyes went so wide that they nearly popped out. “Christ. What on earth are you wearing?”

“I’m your maid. Here to work. To make up for my mistakes, Sir.”

He pinched the bridge of his nose. “Stop this. I’m not in any mood. I’m still so upset.”

I lifted my maid skirt, revealing my bare cunt to him.

“Good Lord,” he said with a groan. “Where are your panties?”

“I forgot them, Sir.”

He let out a breath. “You want to work? I have some laundry you can fold. Go upstairs to my bedroom.”

My shoulders fell. I thought he’d use me for sex. But he wanted me to do actual housework.

“Really?” I questioned.

“Yes. I’m serious. Go. Before I change my mind and send you home.”

I nodded and scurried up the stairs, tilting forward a bit so he could catch a view of my ass.

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath.

Sure enough, when I entered Gavin’s bedroom, he had a hefty pile of laundry dumped on his bed. His room was brooding and masculine with a wooden bed frame, charcoal lamps, and pewter wallpaper behind the bed. I put my nose to his pillow. God. It smelled of him. A rush of heat seared through me, and my sex clenched. Before I could get too distracted, I got to work, folding his boxer briefs, socks, jeans, sweaters, and T-shirts. After some trial and error, I found a home for each item between his dresser and closet.

When I was done folding and putting everything away, I called to him.

I heard a faint, “Already?” followed by footsteps up the stairs.

He came in and looked around. “Great job.”

I giggled when I noticed a crumb on his lips. I pointed at his mouth. “You have a little…”

He swiped a hand over his face. “The scones are delicious, by the way.”

I smiled with pride. “What do you want me to do now?”

“I have a very special job for you.”

With fluttery lashes, I pressed my breasts out seductively. “Anything you want, Sir.”

“I need you to empty my dishwasher. While you’re there, you may as well do the dishes in the sink. And don’t forget to wipe down the countertop.”

My excitement plummeted to the ground. I was really starting to regret my decision to wear this maid costume.

When I was done in the kitchen, he called me back into his bedroom.

“I’ve been doing some thinking. While I’m very pleased with your ability to clean, I’m still not very pleased with you and your behavior. So I’ve decided I’m going to punish you.”

My insides squeezed, part excitement, part weariness. “Yes, Sir.”

“I’ll let you know this right now. I’m not going to fuck you.”

Then what are you going to do?I wanted to ask, but instead, I kept my mouth shut.

“What’s your safe word, maid.”

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