Page 5 of Maid to Desire
“And, what kind of woman are you?” he asked huskily, making me squeeze my thighs together to dull the sudden throb between them. “Melinda, right? That’s what you said your name was?”
“Yes.”
“Well, Melinda, what kind of woman turns down money?”
His words made me laugh. He clearly thought all women were gold-diggers. If only he knew that couldn’t be further from the truth.
“Mr…” I frowned. “Sorry. I never caught your name.”
“Tyler Benedict.”
“Nice to meet you, Mr. Benedict.”
“No,” he shook his head. “NotMr. Benedict.Just Tyler.”
“I’m afraid that I can only call you Mr. Be--”
“Tyler,” he stared down at me with a fierce look. The kind of look that made me squirm and step back a few steps to put distance between us.
What the hell was wrong with me? I never acted like this around a man. Ever. Yet, Tyler-- Mr. Benedict-- had me ready to strip us both of our clothes and have my way with him.
“I really should get started,” I whispered. “I’ll try to be super quiet so I don’t disturb you.”
“Very thoughtful of you,” he grinned. “But you still haven’t said it.”
“Said it?” I asked with my head slightly cocked to the side.
“My name.”
Fuck,I moaned internally.
“Mr. Benedict,” I replied, trying to keep my wits and panties about.
“Tyler,” he corrected.
“That wouldn’t be very professional of me to call you on a first-name basis.” My words were faint and shook as I spoke. There was no way he was buying the bullshit coming out of my mouth.
“There’s only us around.”
“But still, I wouldn’t want anyone to hear about it. It wouldn’t be professional and--” I rambled at a million words per minute.
“Give it time,” he grinned. “By the end of the day, you’ll say my name.” With that, he walked off, leaving me with my mouth damn near on the floor and panties soaked by his words.
ChapterFour
“Trashy mother fu--”I grumbled, but bit back the rest of my curse word. I needed to be mindful. I was on the clock after all.
“Trucker. Lovely, wonderful, clean truckers,” I smiled sweetly then tossed the third and final bag of trash in the outside trash can.
Heading back inside, I made my way into the kitchen and washed my hands before gathering my cleaning supplies. Mr. Sexy-Pants was nowhere to be seen or heard. It was like he retreated to one of the rooms and perhaps fell asleep. The man had set my world on fire and walked off like it was nothing.
“Must be nice,”I whispered to myself and headed to the door with my belongings. As I walked through the house, I gave each room a once-over. As much as I wanted to leave, I needed to be sure everything was clean and in perfect condition. My mom’s cleaning business name was on the line.
Mom had raised us to never half-ass anything. No matter how big or small it was. We were to give it our all or not do it at all. As a child, I saw her words asnagging. However, as an adult, I appreciated her words. She gave my sisters and me a strong work ethic. Something to be proud of.
“Leaving so soon?” Tyler’s deep, husky words had me stopping in my tracks. I turned towards his voice and found him standing next to the door I had planned on using.
“I’ve finished,” I replied softly.
