Zayn's Maid

Chapter 12

Zayn's P.O.V

I wrapped my towel round my waist again and ran upstairs to catch her, opening her bedroom door to find it empty. My door was wide open and I peered in to see her flat out on my bed, her chest rising up and down slowly. I tiptoed over to her and sat on the edge carefully, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. She looked cute all curled up, her long eyelashes flicking at the ends.

"Stealing my bed?" I said quietly, laughing to myself.

She stayed silent and I lay next to her, just watching. I gently touched her fingers, curling my pinky round hers and closing my eyes. My bed hadn't felt this warm before...

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She groaned sleepily, her head heavy on my chest as her eyelashes tickled my skin. I opened my eyes slowly, feeling slightly groggy from sleep. Her big tired eyes met mine and they suddenly widened, pushing herself away from me.

"What...what's going on?" she mumbled, "why am I in your bed?"

I yawned and grinned up at her as she fumbled around with the duvet," your the one that made yourself comfortable, I didn't force you to sleep with me."

She frowned and went to stand up, but I pulled her back and pinned her down by the shoulders.

"Your such a creep," she muttered.

"Maybe I am,' I said, planting little kisses on her nose.

She pushed me off and straddled me, biting her lip seductively.

"Two can play at that game," she breathed into my ear, jumping off me and making me want more.

She left the room and pottered down the stairs, leaving me naked in the bed alone. I sat up and raked my hand through my hair, pulling on a fresh pair of briefs and skinny jeans.

By the time I got downstairs she had already sat breakfast on the table, sinking her teeth into a slice of dry toast.

"Aren't you the perfect little maid," I grinned, lifting her chin.

She looked away and I sat in front of her, scraping the dregs of butter onto my toast.

"So why did you sneak into my bed?"

She looked up at me and chewed her lip, trying her best to magic up an answer.

"Your pillows are better than mine," she said, smiling smugly at her smart lie.

I smirked and sipped at the orange juice, shoving my hands down my jeans pockets.

"Can't you put a shirt on?"

"Don't you like looking at my abs?" I asked, pulling her hand onto my stomach and stroking the v-lines. She flinched and pulled her hand away, but I could tell by the way she was shuffling around in her seat that she wanted to.

I chuckled to myself and dived into my wallet, handing her a wod of cash. She stared at it for a while and I waved it in front of her temptingly.

"What...what's this?" she asked, her eyes scanning it.

"We're going shopping, you can buy whatever...but I would recommend some new underwear," I said, looking down at the little cleavage showing through her t-shirt.

She folded her arms over her chest as she noticed my staring, her cheeks flushing bright pink.

"I feel like a prostitute..." she whispered.

I smiled and sat the money in front of her, leaning against the dining table.

"Look at it as a way to help you do your job even better," I said.

She reached her hand out slowly and touched the ten pound notes like she had never seen one before.

"Thank you," she said softly, smiling up at me with her big puppy dog eyes.

I didn't understand her. Most girls would take the money and go splash it out on designer gear, not feeling guilty about it at all.

"I owe you anyway."

She laughed and and fingered the money delicately, counting it out loud.

"I can't take this much," she said, sighing loudly.

"God Perrie, just take it!" I groaned," it means you can get super sexy bras and panties."

I winked at her and she turned crimson, finally accepting my cash and slipping off up stairs. Hopefully to change into something a little more revealing.