Page 14 of The Billionaire and His Driver
“The fourth floor. It’s the only bedroom up there. Hurry! And don’t forget to ask if there’s anything else he needs.”
Brina ran out of the staff room, down the hall, and ran onto the back elevator. She pressed the button to the fourth floor repeatedly. She hoped that he was preoccupied and had not yet realized his bath wasn’t ready and waiting for him.
When she made it to the fourth floor, she hurried into the bedroom.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
She could hear Ronny talking on the phone when she walked through the open double doors. He was seated on a couch that was turned away from the entrance and was facing the wall-sized window. She could hear his conversation clearly, but all she could see of him was the back of his head. Which was fine by her! Instead of announcing herself, she walked gingerly to the master bathroom that was to the left of the entrance, and began preparing his bath.
As the water ran, she was grateful he was preoccupied. She could only hear one side of the conversation he was having on that phone, but it seemed as though somebody at his corporation had pissed him off and he wanted to exact retribution on them for whatever reason. And Elvira had the nerve to tell her not to believe everything she heard about that man, as if there was another side of the story.
But then again, she thought, Elvira and Tex were right about one thing: If he was going to fire her, she would have been fired already. And since she was preparing his bath before he realized her error in getting up there right away, she was getting hopeful that she would make it through the day and back home to her apartment with her job still intact. And tomorrow morning, all would get back to normal and she’d be a maid again: a dream job compared to driving the boss around.
But a tiny part of her, if she were to be honest, would miss being around him. Why she would miss it, she didn’t know. But there was something about him that made her feel as if she knew him somehow. As if he was an ally of hers, not an enemy, when nothing in his actions could prove that out. Except he did orderthe club staff to feed her, which to Tex was a shocking thing. He did do that.
When the bath was full and she turned off the water tap, she could hear that he was no longer on the phone. Remembering Elvira’s admonition that she ask if he needed anything else before she escaped his presence, she made her way out of the bathroom and over to the sofa. The first rule she learned when she went into domestic service was that she was to be as invisible as possible when around the boss. Ease into everything. No need to make grand pronouncements of your presence. They expect staff to be present. Just do your job.
She did her job and walked over to ask if he needed anything before she left.
He was seated on the sofa reviewing a text message on his phone when she walked around the sofa. He was in a bathrobe, which wasn’t unusual for a person waiting to take a bath, and he had it tied. But it wasn’t tightly tied and part of his penis was exposed. Which immediately made Brina so hot she wanted to turn away. But she knew it was just an oversight: he was accustomed to a man at his beck and call, not some female like her. And if she didn’t want to rile him up any more than her refusal to take his money did at the club, she’d better act as if she didn’t see a thing and get the hell out of there. “Your bath is ready, sir. Is there anything else you need?”
Although Ronny stopped reading his text, he didn’t look at her. He had forgotten that Jockey was off and that she would be the one to assume his other duties too. But when he looked over at her and saw her glancing down at his midsection, and then her eyes, as if she’d been caught red-handed, flew up to his eyes, he looked down too. When he saw that a portion of his penis was showing, he was astounded and quickly covered it. But knowing that she undoubtedly saw that part of him aroused him in a way he didn’t expect. And when he glanced over at heragain, he knew what that look in her eyes meant. He knew it like he knew his name. She was as on fire for him as he was for her.
Brina was ashamed that he had caught her looking down at his manhood. She wanted to hide in a closet. But what did he expect? He was the one who wasn’t careful. She maintained her composure. “I ran your bath, sir,” she said to him again. “Is there anything else you need?”
He started to say no and put her out of her obvious misery. But he wasn’t built like that. She intrigued him and he needed to know why. “Have a seat,” he said to her.
Brina expected him to say many things, but offering her a seat wasn’t one of them. She even wondered how many times did he ask Jockey to have a seat in his bedroom. Probably none, she suspected. But what could she do? A servant was so very much at the whim of her employer. She sat down on the only place to sit: beside him.
As soon as she sat down, Ronny got a whiff of her. “What’s that smell?” he asked her.
Brina’s heart dropped.Did she smell bad too? She looked at him with consternation in her eyes. “What smell?”
He could see her dismay, which was not his intention at all. “What perfume are you wearing, is what I mean?”
“Oh!” Her look of horror eased. “I don’t wear perfume.”
“You don’t?”
“No sir.”
“Why not?”
You don’t pay us perfume money,she wanted to say. “It’s not something I can afford to spend my money on,” she said instead. “Unless it’s that dollar stuff from the Dollar store, but that’s like a waste of money to me.”
“You smell rather sweet to the nostrils,” Ronny said, “is why I asked it. I guess sweetness is in your pores.”
Brina couldn’t help it. She just couldn’t. “That is so lame,” she said to her boss.
Ronny, surprised by her comeback, at first stared at her. It was only then that she realized what she’d just said to him. But then he laughed. “It is rather, isn’t it?”
“Yes it is!” She found herself smiling too. “It’s in my pores?Really? That’s your line?”
“I do apologize. Didn’t mean to sound so . . . rehearsed?”
“No apology needed. I’d just brush up on that particular line if I were you.”
Ronny continued to smile. He didn’t realize he was laying a line on her. Or did he? “Let me try a different approach then. What’s your name?”
