Maid for You

Chapter 1

"Buzz"

The doorbell was ringing. Marc had the feeling that it had rung a couple of times already. But the sound was only now starting to push him awake.

"Buzz"

Yep, it was definitely the door bell. Marc looked over at the clock. 08:00 am. Nobody should have to get up before 10:00 on Sundays. Marc had spent Saturday evening celebrating with a client until 02:00 am. He had not arrived back home before three. He was definitely not expecting callers this morning. What was going on?

Feeling more than a little fuzzy headed, Marc dragged himself out of bed. He pulled on a pair of jeans and went to answer the door. He blinked owlishly out into the sunlight and saw a young woman standing on the porch. Scratching the back of his head he asked "What do you want?"

The young woman immediately thrust out a hand and said "Hi. I am Jocelyn, your new maid."

"Huh?"

Jocelyn rolled her eyes, dropped her hand and picked up her suitcase. This was not the start to her new position that she had envisioned. Although, Marc Templeton, was considerably better looking than she had expected. She had expected a distinctly older man as her new employer and certainly not one who was so good looking! Given the tousled hair, the number of times that she had rung the doorbell, and that Marc was just wearing only wearing a pair of jeans, she must have woken him up. Jocelyn looked at Marc's lightly tanned and ribbed stomach and swallowed. It was clear that he kept himself in good shape and could only be a few years older than she was.

It was obvious that Marc was not really with it yet. Jocelyn rapidly decided that she would need to have another go at taking control of the situation. She did not want to be left on the front step all day, especially after getting up especially early to get here today. Mentally she berated herself for taking Claire's advice and turning up early on Sunday morning. "May I come in? We could discuss this over a coffee..."

"Hmm. Coffee sounds like a good idea." Marc pushed the door open to let her in. He pointed to a spot in the hallway and said "Just leave your bag there" as he turned and led the way into the kitchen.

Built into one of the cupboards was a semi-industrial coffee machine. This was obviously a man who liked his coffee! Even though he was still only half awake, Marc operated the coffee machine with a casual expertise that spoke of lots of practice and soon passed one mug of steaming black java over to Jocelyn. "Go and sit down while I put on a shirt."

"No need to on my account" muttered Jocelyn under her breath as Marc left the room. She sipped at the coffee. It was lovely! It was just what she needed after her trip out to this neck of the woods this morning. Jocelyn looked around the spacious 'L'-shaped. The play of light through the windows and across the table and floor attracted her attention as she waited for Marc Templeton to reappear.

A couple of minutes later Marc reappeared wearing a neatly ironed dark blue, tailored, cotton shirt. He had also run a comb through his hair (although it still looked quite unruly) and appeared to be considerably more awake. Marc went over to the coffee machine and made himself a cup of Java before joining Jocelyn at the dining room table.

"Jocelyn you said your name was?"

Jocelyn nodded.

"And you are my new maid?"

Jocelyn nodded again.

"As far as I am aware, I do not employ a maid."

"No Sir. I have been contracted by a third party to be your maid for a year. My salary will be paid by them."