Page 14 of The Billionaire and the Maid

“Uh, no? And what is going on?” he questions.

“Well, I…I need wine to explain this.”

“Are you done cleaning? Come over,” he demands.

“I just need to clean one room and then I’ll head over. Get the wine poured.”

“On it. I can’t wait to hear this story,” he says. I can only imagine him being all giddy right now. Gus fucking lives for gossip.

“It’s a good one,” I reply as I hang up.

How the hell am I going to pretend to be dating a man that I don’t even know? It’s official…I’ve lost my mind.

CHAPTERSIX

Chase

The address she sent can’t be right. I pull up to a shack. It’s a literal shack. Twenty-two and a half Crescent Moon Drive. The numbers are in black over a garage that is not nearly as well kept as the main house.

I stare at the large, historic house which has a sign on the front that says, Storyview Falls Magic Maids. There’s a driveway with a garage to the side, and over the garage with the black numbers above it, there’s a window with a light on. I can see her in there. She’s turning off the light. The room looks barren. She can’t possibly live like this. An apartment in an old garage?

A moment later, she pops out of a side door, down some steps and the driveway. She’s wearing tight-fitting jeans, a pink sweater, and boots that come up to her knees. Her hair is down and wavy. I open my door and walk around, grasping the handle of the passenger door and opening it for her.

Her eyes widen a little and she falters, nearly tripping, but somehow manages to stay upright.

“Uh, thanks?” she manages as she steps around me and takes a seat in the car. Does she date barbarians? What types of creeps take her out that this one gesture has her shook?

I close the door once I see her reaching for the seat belt. Walking around the front, I glance inside. She’s watching me, her cheeks pink.

Sliding inside, I look over at her. “Max’s restaurant OK?” I ask.

“Sure,” she mumbles, looking everywhere but at me.

I don’t move, instead, I reach over and grasp her hand. Her eyes fly to my face.

“Ella, if we’re going to do this, you have to be able to look at me,” I state, searching her eyes for understanding.

She swallows and I glance at her throat and then back to her eyes.

“Y-you’re right. S-sorry. I…let’s just get dinner,” she stammers.

I nod and pull my hand away, placing it back on the steering wheel. “What’s your favorite food?” I ask as I turn the car on and pull out onto the empty street.

“My favorite food?”

I glance over at her. “Yeah.”

I watch her out of the corner of my eye. She purses her lips as if considering my question.

“Chocolate,” she finally states.

“What type?”

“Any type. What about you? I suppose I should know this about you,” she says as she turns toward me.

“I love a good filet,” I state.

“So you like meat?” she says and I see a smirk form on her lips. Well, well, well, my fake girlfriend has a dirty mind. I did not expect that.

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