Lustful December (Calendar Girls Series #12)(COMPLETED)

Chapter 4

Helen was preparing Alexander's breakfast that Saturday morning. She's avoiding him for the past three days and didn't speak to him. His butler just told her to cook paella because her boss wanted to eat some.

Helen rolled her eyes when she felt a cold and dark stare around her. She faced someone and shock was written on her face because she saw Alexander, topless and his hair was a little bit messy.

She didn't greet him, she just turned her back and continue cooking. She felt his presence but she ignored it like nothing.

"Good morning, my sexy maid." Alexander greeted, she didn't look.

His forehead knitted, his jaw clenched and slapped the dining table, and there, he caught her attention. She looked at him, blankly. No expression at all.

"Look at me, woman," he ordered.

Helen looks at him, flatly. "Do you need anything, Sir?"

Calm yourself, Helen. Don't look at his abs, damn it! She scolds herself.

She saw Alexander's knitted forehead.

"Are you avoiding me, woman?" he coldly asks. "You enjoyed what had happened three days ago, why are you acting like I'm just a wind around?"

She shook her head. "I don't, Sir."

"Mierda! Por qué me evitas, mujer?" Alexander asks in Spanish. Shit! Why are you avoiding me, woman?

Helen raised a brow at him. "Hay algún problema, señor?" She fired back. Is there a problem, sir?

Alexander was frustrated, his jaw clenched. "The fuck, woman! You're my problem! You're avoiding me for three days and I can't sleep well, shit!"

Helen was shocked, she smirked at him. "Not my problem anymore, Sir." she blurted out, sarcastically and turned her back on him. "Sit and your breakfast is almost done Sir," she added and serve his food on the table.

She flashes her sarcastic smile at him. "Disfrute de su comida, señor." Then she walked out of the dining table but she was about to fully step out of the dining area when she heard his cold and baritone voice speak up.

"Come back here and eat with me, woman, or else..." Coldly, he said.

Helen balled her fist because of annoyance. She's avoiding him yet he's fucking annoying her. "Or else what, Mr. Adamos?" she challenged.

"If you don't want me to put paella on your body and taste it, pleasurably," he answered, huskily. "Don't make me stand and force you to sit beside me, you won't like it when you have worn out my patience," he added.

Mission. Focus, Helen. Calm yourself, don't make a fuss. She reminded herself.

She walked back and sit beside him. She looked at him and plaster a fake smile and started to eat. "Happy now, sir?" she mumbled, sarcastically.

"Stop your sarcasm, woman."

Helen rolled her eyes and eat quietly. She felt him staring and she stopped chewing her food and looked at him intently.

"Staring is rude, sir," she speaks up.

Alexander cleared his throat and avoid his gaze on her. "Does it matter if I look at my sexy maid?" he asked.

"Shut it, Mr. Adamos. I don't like your attitude and glances." Helen coldly uttered. "I won't hesitate to rip your fucking eyeballs if you dare to stare at me again..." she paused, "and I am not fucking bluffing, sir."

Alexander sighed, looked at her again. And this time, his eyes has a glint of annoyance and fear wasn't even visible. With his cold and grayish eyes, he brought closer his face and stared at his maid.