"Beep! Beep! Beep!" I groaned and rolled over in my bed. "It's too damn early for this shit!" I mumbled into my pillow. "Natalie get up! It's time for you to go to work!" Emily called from down the hall. I groaned again and sat up. The clock read 5:30 AM. "Damn it." I rubbed my eyes and walked to the bathroom groggily. Looking into the mirror I stared back at my ugly reflection.
Oh god, I look horrible in the morning. under my green eyes were bags, and my face looked like it had been hit repeatedly to no end in a pillow fight. I sighed slipping my clothes off getting into the shower.
30 minutes later I was out and doing my hair in my velvet towel. I dropped my flat iron as the banging on the door continued. "hurry up Nat you have to be at work in the next 30 minutes!" Emily nagged, I rolled my eyes "I'm almost done!" I said while ironing the last piece of my hair.
I wrapped it up into a nice bun and gelled my edges. I walked out if the bathroom and into my room starting to get dressed in my most professional skirt and a ironed long sleeved dress shirt. As I slipped into my black pumps, I grabbed my purse, wallet and phone.
First day on the job! Gosh don't mess up, you can't afford to mess up. Literally.
I pep talked myself. Gosh I was nervous, I didn't wanna screw up.
I did my make up quickly and rushed to the car. "Shoot! I can't be late!" I started the car and backed out of the driveway.
"Your late." he yelled at me "W-what? I'm suppose to be here by 6:30. It's 6:30." "Your suppose to be here by 6:25." "But that's five minutes early sir." "Exactly." He turned away proceeding to walk forward. I bit my tongue so I wouldn't say anything slick and get fired before I started to job. "Now, your a maid. you clean...everything, if you see dust clean it. if there's dirt anywhere you vacuum it. Anything out of place you fix it. Got it?" I nodded "U-um yes Mr.-" "Davenport." "Mr. Davenport." he stopped and turned to face me. "Alright, here's your schedule it tells you the days you work, from what time you work, and so on. Now go change."
"Change?" "Yes. Into your uniform." "Uniform?!" "Yes! Must you repeat every word I say?" "Sorry, I just didn't think we had uniform. You didn't tell me that yesterday." "I forgot." I bit my lip "Okay, where's the uniform." I looked around the mansion hoping to spot it. "In the maids dressing room. Oh, by the way your not the only maid around here, it's a big house so..." "Yes of course it is." He started walking away from me. "Uh, Mr.Davenport..." "Yes?" "Where's the maids changing room?" "Upstairs, you can't miss it." "Thank you." I said before turning my back on him, climbing up the stairs slowly taking in the view. "Beautiful..." I whispered to myself.
I found the changing rooms without no problem. it was just like Mr.davenport said can't miss it. It was at the end of the hall with a big sign on the door reading Maids changing room.
I knocked on the door waiting for someone to answer it."Hello?" "No ones in there." I turned startled by the sudden response. I stared at his tall sexy figure. He wore a white tank top that could barely cover his large strong chest. He had a lot of muscles but it fit him, and some Captain America boxers. His hazel eyes watched me curiously. "I'm guessing your the new maid?"
I nodded "You are?" I asked in a low voice. He walked over to me till we were face to face. "Damien Price. the owner of this house, and technically the owner of you." "Excuse me?" I said taking offense instantly. "Don't take offense, it's just...you work for me." I scoffed "Whatever." I muttered turning my back on him. "Excuse me Mr. Price but I have to get dressed in my uniform." "Your excused but before you go I at least wanna know your name." "Natalie." "Good to have you here Natalie."
I could feel the smirk on his stupid sexy face. I twisted the door knob and walked into the big room closing the door behind me. "Wow.." I walked over to one of the changing rooms that had my name written in cursive on the door. "My own changing room." I stepped in and grabbed the uniform that was for me. "You've got to be kidding me!" I sighed in disbelief.
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Temptation
RomanceI couldn't get enough of her, I found myself wanting her, dreaming of her even. Things I should have been doing with my wife I was doing with her instead, and it felt good. Damn good. I had to stay away from her, but I couldn't. Everywhere I went sh...