Maid for You

Chapter 5

Marc was kicking himself later that day. How could I have been so stupid as to tell Jocelyn all about Abigail? Especially someone who is obviously as emphatic as Jocelyn is. She was probably going to attempt to mother him now. Marc rolled his eyes as he remembered her words 'I sympathize completely'. Pah! As if he had ever needed or wanted anyone's sympathy.

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Marc found it difficult to concentrate on his work. He kept playing the morning scene through his head. His thoughts switched constantly from a strong desire to take Jocelyn at her word and put her over his knee (which would probably cause her to leave!) and disgust with himself at telling the story about Abigail like that. Eventually he gave up trying to work, switched off his computer and left his office to go into the kitchen. Better to find out right away if he had really messed things up or not. He wasn't to know that Jocelyn had already made her own plans...

When Marc came up he found Jocelyn frowning at the painting that she was working on. As was usual when she was not working, Jocelyn was dressed in her every day clothes, in this case a loose comfortable t-shirt and a pair of slightly faded jeans. Marc looked at his watch. It was only a quarter to four. Jocelyn was clearly on her own time at the moment.

"Hello Sir. You are finished early today!" said Jocelyn cheerfully. "I haven't started the dinner yet. Shall I get started now?"

"No thank you Jocelyn, dinner can wait until the normal time. I will just sit down and read for a while. What's the matter with your painting? I saw you frowning at it."

Jocelyn blushed lightly. "I have been trying out a new theme and it hasn't been going very well. I'll pack it away now Sir and finish my chores."

"May I have a look?"

Jocelyn looked down at the painting in front of her. It showed the heroine out the book that she had been reading last night. The heroine was tied to a post in front of the bandit's cave. Her blouse had been ripped open and her skirt was in tatters. A sun browned leg showed between the rips in her skirt. She was both fighting against her bounds and challenging the bandit to punish her. The painting was still far from finished, but it was very evocative.

This kind of fantasy art was something that Jocelyn had never tried before. The work was very raw, but filled with passion. She wasn't ready for Marc to see this just yet.

"This one is a bit personal sir. I think I'd like to keep it private for now, especially as I am not happy with it yet."

That certainly aroused Marc's curiosity, but he just nodded and flopped down onto the sofa. He pulled out his phone and started reading a book that he had recently bought online. Jocelyn packed up her things and disappeared into her room, taking the unfinished painting with her. A few minutes later she reappeared in her maid uniform and started to vacuum the room. Marc was a little irritated. How was he supposed to read through all of that noise? Then Jocelyn bumped the sofa with the vacuum cleaner. Marc glanced at her, obviously not happy about her carelessness.

"Sorry Sir" said Jocelyn contritely and carried on. Marc didn't notice the small smile on her face once she turned away. After about five minutes Jocelyn stopped and put the vacuum cleaner away.

Hm. Marc was obviously irritated by the noise, but it is not bothering him enough for him to spank her. If I just make a lot more noise, he might just leave the room. What else could I do instead? Jocelyn looked around the room. Marc was still lying down on the sofa, which was right in front of the book shelves. Suddenly inspiration struck. She left to go and get the duster...