Page 6 of Maid to Desire
“How much do I owe you?”
“Someone will contact you in regards to the bill.”
“Not what I asked,” he grinned.
I swallowed the invisible lodge in my throat. My thighs squeezed tightly together and I prayed he hadn’t noticed.
“The company pays me,” I replied, avoiding eye contact with the devil himself. My cheeks felt like they were on fire from the embarrassment coursing my veins.
How was this man affecting me like this? It was like I hadn’t ever seen a sexy man before. Or spoken to one. I was acting like a damn teenie-bopper.
“Do they take you to dinner too?” he asked, stepping to where he was in my line of sight. I tried to divert my eyes, but it was pointless. Mr. Sexy-Pants would find a way to be seen.
I looked him in the eyes with my head held high.
“Policy keeps me from--” I began, but stopped when he stepped in front of me. Our bodies were now inches from each other. The warmth of his body and the scent of his cologne was like a blanket wrapping around me. I closed my eyes and got lost in the feeling.
“You okay, Melinda?” he asked with amusement in his voice.
A groan escaped me and I slowly opened my eyes. He was staring down at me with a shit-eating grin across his face.
“Mr. Benedict, if there’s nothing else, I’ll be on my way,” I said firmly, gaining strength from somewhere deep inside me.
“Tyler,” he corrected with a groan, making me grin. “You like frustrating me. Huh?”
Fuck. I had upset him. I bit my bottom lip nervously and thought hard about what to say next. When I was about to speak, Tyler laughed.
“You can relax. I’m just giving you a hard time,” he smiled. It appeared to be a genuine smile. “I’d like to take you to dinner or cook for you since today was supposed to be a light-cleaning and… Well, my brother made it more work for you.”
“Brother?” I asked without thought.
“Yeah,” he nodded. “He’s my older brother by a few years, but the way he acts, you’d think he was younger. Much younger.”
The way he said it and his funny facial expression made me giggle. The guy sounded miserable because of his little brother.
“Laughing at my expense again?” he grinned.
“Mmhmm. Maybe… ” I held up two fingers and gestured a small amount, “Just a little.”
“Have any siblings?”
“You have no idea,” I sighed.
“They that bad?” he laughed. I shook my head.
“No. Not at all.”
“Then why the heavy sigh?”
“There are eight of us girls,” I replied, waiting for the typical response people gave me when I told them how many siblings there were.
“Eight! Holy fuck!” he gasped with his eyes wide.
“Yes, sir,” I giggled softly. “Eight.”
“Here I am complaining about one brother and you have seven sisters to worry about.”
“No worries,” I assured him. “My sisters are actually pretty cool. I got lucky.”
