Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79800 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79800 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Pulling my car into the garage, I close the door before climbing out and heading inside. I take off my shoes in the mudroom and place them in one of the cubbies, just in case Tiffany has already mopped. I don’t want to add to her workload.
Stepping into the kitchen, I freeze when I see an ass up in the air. An ass that I know is not Tiffany’s—no offense to her, but this ass looks tight and round and has my cock taking notice. I stand with my arms crossed over my chest while I wait for her to stand back to her full height. When she finally stands, she turns and sees me. She yelps, tossing the rag in her hands. I raise an eyebrow and manage to hide my smile.
“I’m sorry,” she says, bending to pick up the rag, which gives me a clear view down the V-neck of her shirt. Her tits look to be a perfect handful. “I didn’t hear you come in.”
“Who are you, and what are you doing in my house?” I have a pretty good idea, but still, I need to ask the question. Besides, I like the flush that coats her cheeks at my question.
She straightens her spine, her shoulders pulling tight as those big blue eyes lock with mine. “I’m Eden. I work for Dust ‘N Shine, and I’m taking over your account from Tiffany. Her husband’s job was transferred, and she had to quit unexpectedly.”
“Why was I not notified?”
“I’m not sure, sir,” she says, making my cock twitch in my jeans. “But I’m here. I’ll be here every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, just as Tiffany was. Also, just as with Tiffany, you are my only account, so if you need additional services, I’m available.”
Fuck me. Why does my mind instantly rush to the gutter with the “extra services” she can offer me? I’m not that guy, and I certainly don’t hook up with employees. Even if technically, she’s not my employee, that’s still wrong. Don’t shit where you eat and all that.
“I don’t typically need extra services.” I’m a quiet guy, living a quiet life. In fact, the guys are very rarely here. This place is just for me 99 percent of the time. A couple of times a year, I fly Nathan and Hope out for a visit and a game, but that’s it. The guys are my family, aside from Nathan and Hope. There’s no one to have over to make a mess, and despite my faults, I’m a pretty neat guy. You learn to be clean and tidy when you grow up in foster care. You don’t want to give the family whose house you’re living in any excuse to get rid of you, even if they find one anyway.
“That’s what Tiffany said. She gave me her routine and told me to call her if I have any issues. You won’t even know I’m here, Mr. Vaughn.”
I study her to see if she recognizes my name. She’s been in my home most of the day, if she’s truly keeping Tiffany’s hours, so I’m sure she knows I’m a professional athlete.
“I like my privacy, Miss…” My voice trails off.
“Miller. Eden Miller.”
“Right. Miss Miller, I like my privacy. I’ll be following up with the agency to ensure all background checks and confidentiality paperwork have been executed.”
“Oh, it has been.” She smirks as she turns to the kitchen counter and picks up a manila envelope. “Tiffany said you would want to see for yourself, so I made sure to bring a copy of everything with me.” She hands me the envelope, and I take it from her.
I stare at those big blue eyes, and I know it’s time to flee. Why the fuck does my new housekeeper have to be sexy as fuck? “I’ll be in my office.” Turning on my heel, I stalk off to my office, where I plan to stay until the sexy Eden leaves.
Plopping down in my chair, I take a deep breath and slowly exhale before pulling the contents of the envelope out and rifling through the papers. She passed her BCI and FBI background checks. Yes, they do both. She’s signed all the confidentiality agreements. It’s all here in black and white. And from what I could tell, walking through the living room, she’s doing a fine job—just as good, if not better than Tiffany, if the scent of the house has anything to say about it. It smelled clean and fresh. Maybe she uses different products. Whatever it is, there’s no reason to call the agency and have her removed.
What would I even say? She can’t work here because my cock twitches in my jeans when I look at her? That I’m a thirty-two-year-old man who’s struggling with inappropriate thoughts? Yeah, can’t do that. It has to be a fluke. It has to be from spending the day with my friends and their wives, watching as their families grow. Something about that has me craving companionship.