Page 4 of Maid to Desire
ChapterThree
“Utterly fucking disgusting,”I muttered, walking through the living room. There were empty liquor bottles and cans of beer all over the place. Pizza boxes with half-eaten pizza were scattered throughout the room.
People pissed me off. They thought they could trash things and simply hire someone to clean up after them. They didn’t even attempt to clean. This house was supposed to be a light-cleaning, not a fullCSIhazmat-type of clean.
“Assholes.” I set the cleaning supplies down and dug my phone out of my purse. I needed to document this mess so the slob would be billed accordingly. “Damn, pigpen.”
Something sounded behind me. I turned around to look and my mouth gaped open.
“What the hell did you do to my house?” a man asked, standing by the front door.
Well, hello, Handsome,I thought as my eyes drifted along the full length of the stranger’s body.
He was tall, dark, and handsome. He had a golden tan which made his beard and short black hair stand out. His face looked like it had been sculpted by the gods themselves. He looked like he was of Greek or Italian heritage. Hell, he could be part Martian for all I cared. The man was sexy.
He wore a dark blue business suit with a white button-up underneath and black dress shoes. The suit and fancy shoes looked like they each cost my annual salary. If the wordmoneywas a person, it’d be him.
“I’m sor--” I started to apologize but then realized what the hell I was apologizing for. “Wait? What do you mean, what the hell did I do to your house?”
“All of this,” he gestured around the room.
“I just got here andthiswas already here,” I retorted. His eyes narrowed in on me, making a shiver run down my spine. A shiver of nervousness and desire.
“Who the hell are you?” he asked, crossing his arms in front of him.
Well, isn’t he a fucking charmer,I groaned before responding to Mr. Sassy-Pants.
“My name is Melinda Reyes. I’m your maid for today,” I replied coolly.
“You’remymaid?” The way he looked at me made me feel like I was standing there naked. My heart raced and my cheeks burned from embarrassment.
“Yes. Just for today,” I replied in a hushed whisper.
“I see,” he nodded but said nothing else.
“My understanding was you needed somelightcleaning around your house; however…” My words trailed off and I looked around at the mess. “I haven’t looked at the other rooms yet.”
And honestly, I’m scared too,I thought.
“I understand,” he sighed. “I am just now getting home after being gone all weekend so I’m a bit surprised myself.”
It was the first time I noticed he had luggage next to him.
“If you can clean it all, I’ll pay you double what you’d normally charge,” he replied, shutting the door behind him and rolling his luggage across theobstacle coursetowards me. “Is that okay?”
“I’m not in charge so I’d have to ask my mo-- someone about the prices. I don’t want to overcharge you.”
He laughed at my words, making my eyebrow raise.
“Sorry,” he chuckled. “It’s nice that you’re worried about overcharging me, but don’t worry about the cost. Just name your price.”
Just name your price.How did he make those four words sound so damn sexual? It was like he was luring me into a trap. A very sensual, mysterious trap.
“Someone else handles that part of the business,” I said, trying to keep from coming unglued. “I’m just here to clean.”
“You aren’t going to jump on the opportunity to make a few thousand today?” he asked.
“I’m not that kind of woman,” I replied, pulling a trash bag and gloves out of the cleaning supplies.
