Maid to Serve Them

Chapter 4

 "I'm too curious about you."

My eyes have dropped to the floor, the slightest pressure under my chin makes me gasp. I look back up at him, he's so close.

"I'd like to fuck you out of my system tonight, be here at seven a.m if you want to do the same."

My eyes look down to his bobbing cock, "My job...I'll get fired."

"No one will know. It get very lonely out here by ourselves. You'll find this out soon enough." He turns away going into the bathroom. "Miss Mooney even if you choose not to join me tonight I won't have you fired."

"Thank you sir.. uh master."

He chuckles, "Sir is fine."

I bite my lip and get to work, my routine becomes sheets, dusting, vacuuming, and scrubbing the bathroom. Thank goodness none of the other masters are in their rooms, I wouldn't be able to get any work done. As it is I can't get over Master Bridger's offer. Should I take him up on it?

After finishing the rooms it's lunchtime, so I take my cart to the elevator and put it away in the rec room. It's pretty full at the moment with guys, and there is one girl, but the glare she gives me doesn't make me want to get to know her. I roll my eyes, I don't need her friendship. She probably just think I'll take away the attention from her.

In the kitchen I find sandwiches premade, a blonde with raspberry streaks in her hair grins at me from over the island.

"Hi," She says in a southern accent. "I'm Amber Bellamore, the staff chef."

"It's lovely to meet you, I'm Wrenly Mooney."

"If you have any special requests for the week put them in now. I do a kind of raffle for the dinners throughout the week."

"Sounds like fun. Thank you for the sandwich."

"No problem sugar."

I go back to the rec room, the valet from earlier tonight waves me over, "Miss Mooney!" His light brown hair is slicked back, it must be a requirement of ever staff member to be attractive. It's like they hired only models to work here. "How are you settling in?" He asks.

"Oh fine, just getting the timing down for the cleaning. After lunch I need to report to Mr. Von Don again."

"Harry, who's your new friend?" A blonde, blue eyed guy walks up to us.

"Miss Mooney, our newest maid. Miss Mooney this is Gerald our landscaper."

I hold out my hand, he takes it with a smirk, "Pleasure to meet you."

I want to swoon at all the hot male testosterone in the room, instead I stand up. "Well I better get back to work, it was a pleasure to meet you, nice seeing you again Harry." I shove my tuna melt into my mouth as I walk to the office.

I knock twice, of course he's not in. I decide to just start dusting rooms. I get my duster and wipes and start in the pool house since it's out of the way, and I don't know where the masters currently are. There's a vacuum already in the pool house so I don't have to go back inside the mansion. There's not much in this room, two showers, a bathroom, and some couches. I give everything a good once over finding everything I need in the closest.

As I'm finishing fluffing the pillows on the couches, three men enter the pool house. I cast my eyes down, grab my duster and scurry back into the mansion. I want so badly to see if one of them is Bridger. Thankfully Mr. Von Don is back in his office.

"Sir the bedrooms and pool house are finished what's next on my list?"

"You're needed to serve in the lounge for the rest of the evening."

"Yes sir." I go to the lounge, fortunately it's empty I have time to find the staff door, and follow the narrow passageway to a wine cellar, I thought he said this is a kitchen?

Maybe he's never been down here. I go back up and wait patiently behind the bar, where all sorts of alcohols are lined up. I don't have to wait long before all eight men enter throwing themselves around onto the many couches. Someone turns on the t.v. to a news station.

"Miss Mooney, a shot of jack the will you get the Cabernet 1922 from the cellar?"

"Of course master," I say my heart skipping a beat that Bridger is here. I pour him the jack, and bring it to him with steady hands.

I catch a peek and nearly drop the jack, there's two of them! Twins, Bridger has sky blue eyes so I hand him his drink. His brother hands him two hundred dollars with a grunt.

"Well Miss Mooney, I didn't expect you to be able to tell us apart so quickly." Bridger says.

I narrow my eyes at him, "You just got money suggesting you knew I could tell you apart."

His eyes crinkle at the corners, "Nah I just bet opposite of Koen."

I give a little nod, eyes scanning the drop dead stunning men and rush off to get them the bottle requested.

"We'll all take a glass," some new says.

I pour out eight glasses and hand them to each man. My heart threatening to thump out of my chest.

"You're dismissed for the night," someone with a smooth voice says. "I can't believe Eric has you working your first day here."

I grin looking down at the spotless counter I'm cleaning. "It's no trouble. Thank you for having me."