The Maid

All Talk.

Mark walks into his room, just seconds before Mr. Tuan returns with gloves. He has a purple bruise on his cheek, from where I punched him. He locks eyes with me and a mixture of anger and lust defines his expression.
"Dad," Mark turns to face his father, "what's she doing here?"
"She's our new maid." His dad answers.
"I'm also the girl that gave him that bruise." I butted in.
Mr. Tuan's eyes widen, then he looks at Mark. He tries to whisper but it doesn't work.
"This is the girl with the.." He trails off.
He makes a C in the air, symbolizing my butt, then he uses both hands to look like he's grabbing his own breasts. So Mark tells his father about me?
I clear my throat and he hands me the gloves I need.
"I didn't know Mark was attracted to pretty girls." He complimented me, so I smiled.
"I always bring home pretty--"
"Mark, don't lie in front of the pretty lady."
I cover my mouth and laugh. He leaves the room. Now I'm alone with Mark. In his bedroom. Great.
Mark smirks at me, before biting his lip. Damn that lip bite!
"Hey, don't get any ideas!" I warned. "I'm not afraid to break another jaw."
I put on the gloves and get back to cleaning. His room isn't very messy, it's just clothes everywhere, including a messy bed. This room has so many cum-coated socks and used condoms. He's so disgusting!
I remove the sheets from his bed, and throw them in a basket, while Mark comes back with clean ones.
"How many times have you had sex on these sheets?" I asked.
"Twice.. but it'll be 3 if you uh.." He trailed off with his signature lip bite.
I look at him with disgust. Why did I ask that?
"Can you just help me make this bed?" I said, while showering the bed in disinfectant spray.
We put the sheets on the bed and throw the pillows at each other. I crawl to the other side and tuck in the sheet. I know Mark is looking at my ass, since I'm on my hands and knees. I think I should tease him.
I slowly arch my back, which raises my butt. I hear him say Damn, under his breath.
"Stop teasing me, (Y/N)!"
I laugh and look back at him.
"What are you going to do, spank me?"
"I mean, if that's what you want." He sighed.
I see him walking closer but I pick up the pillow and throw it at him.
"Go sit down," I demanded, "I don't trust you."
He laughs and sit down in his computer chair, watching me. It's really hard to make a king-sized bed when you're small, because you have no choice but to bend over for stuff, so your ass in the air. Mark is more of an ass guy, so I know he's fantasizing about stuff.
"Can you not look at my ass?"
"Well, it's not my fault that it's big and round." He argued.
"Can we go a day without arguing?" I begged.
"But why?" He laughed. "You're so sexy when you argue with me!"
I roll my eyes. I swear he is the only person that makes me roll my eyes, more than twice a day.
"Mark, your thirst is a turn off." I told him.
"How?"
"Because.." I trailed off, laughing. "nevermind."
I watch him stare at me with a bitch face. You can't have a bitch face while rotating in rolling chair.
"Nevermind what?"
I shake my head and laugh, still fixing up the room.
"You're all talk." I shrugged.
"All talk?"
"Yeah," I answered, "is that not what I said?"
"(Y/N), do you realize who you're talking to?" He asked in a cocky way.
"Mark, I know you. You used to come into Hooters, every friday with your friends, discussing how you're about to have with this girl. Then the next day, you act like it didn't happen!"
"It's a guy thing."
Oh, he's so arrogant.
"But I also know that you stopped talking to Baby G after she rejected you." I stated.
"Big deal." He shrugged.
I drop my head down and place my fingertips on my forehead. He's not getting the big picture.
"I reject you all the time-- Hell! I knocked you out." I said as I looked at him again. "But you don't give up when it comes to me."
He raises an eyebrow at me and cross his arms.
"So what are you saying?"
"I'm saying that you want me so bad that when you finally get me, you'll probably back out."
I smirk at him, as he does the same to me.
"Is this your way of telling me to fuck you?" He asked.
I chuckle.
"Stop talking."
I curl my finger towards me, gesturing him to come to me. He obeys like a good boy, and bring me closer to him. He kisses me first, before moving his lips against mine. I let him stick his tongue in my mouth. We fight for dominance, but he wins. After breaking the kiss, he 'gently' pushes me down on the bed. I bite my lip as he hovers over me and settle in between my open legs. The sight of him, looking down at me with lust-filled eyes, makes my heart beat faster.
He yanks my wrists with his large hand and pin them above my head.
I arch my back when his cold hand slides up my shirt. Oh, shit. This is really happening; I'm about to have sex with Mark Tuan. No backing out, now.