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Chapter 4: Cleaning List

It's been so long, so I thought I'd give you all a little snippet from the last chapter: 

Recap:

 "If I work as your maid how much would I be making?"  I said through clenched teeth, not at all favoring the way things are turning out tonight.

     "You would be getting twenty dollars an hour." I stood silent for a moment thinking of the pros and cons of being his maid. On the good side I would be making more money and be able to afford my rent, but on the bad side I would have to deal with his horrendous character every day. 

     "Now I am offering this choice to you twice, but now you have a job that you could keep. Would you rather be my maid, twenty dollars an hour, where you don't have to show off your body to get the money you need, or would you rather sell your body to the crazed men out there for a less pay?" He crossed his many arms over his toned body and waited for an answer.

     "I would much rather be a whore than your maid."

     "Bloody Hell! I know that you are not at all pleased with the idea of showing your body off for a way to make money. You are already a whore in my eyes, so it doesn't make a difference; the only thing that would change is the amount of men you will be sleeping with." He called me a slut, just used words to disguise the true meaning behind the words. Though, as much as I would love to deny all his facts and prove them false, I couldn't. I couldn't because he had every fact out in the open, and he knew that. 

Never once had I gotten back on my word, but it seems I am contradicting myself. I need more money than just eight dollars an hour, and he already promised twenty. Something is telling me that I am going to regret my answer.

     "I would love be your slutty maid."

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Chapter 4: Cleaning List

“The vacuum is in the closet, as well as everything else; I’ll get you an extender for the outlets.” Chief William set his keys on the honey colored counter-top. I let my eyes travel the vicinity of the house, taking in the ambiance that I would be surrounding myself in for the next few weeks. “I hope its only for a few weeks” I thought to myself as I watched him walk back down the stairs. His blond hair fanned his face and he gently moved his fingers though his hair, part of it went back yet returned once he moved his arrogant head at an angle. He pushed a white extender for the outlets towards my fingertips; I grasped it and groaned internally. What the hell did I sign myself up for?

“I have a list in the counter and-”

“A list?” I interjected with a quirked an eyebrow. Did this velvet spoken imbecile know that in the end I’d  take this job as a last resort?

“Yes,” his green eyes burned though me, as if expecting some sort of appreciation in his own house. He ground his teeth in outrage and I smiled coyly at how he thought that he could silent me with just one look. As if, I am pudding to no man. “I have a list because either way I knew that I was fated to get a maid soon. It just so happened that you came at the most pleasant time for myself, yet the most inopportune time for yourself. Anyways, I will be upstairs, and when I come down I expect for the house to be flawlessly clean and nothing less.” 

“Well aren’t you hoping to be on cloud nine when you come downstairs. What do I look like to you? Nanny Mcphee or Mary Poppins? I’ll try and get you to cloud two and a half, nothing better.” I snarly responded as I glared at the chocolate colored closet; my eyes casted from side to side, knowing full well that he heard me; I tried to pay little to no attention to him. He acted like he was the immaculate prince and I was his new slave he directed around, though, as dreaded as it may seem, I can’t necessarily curse him out because that would mean I’d be out of a job. A job that I need to pay my rent, and to pay the damn tickets I managed to obtain from my attitude that I couldn’t control.