Billionaire Maid

2.

Big Girls Cry- Sia

After I finished cleaning myself up, I headed to the kitchen.

"Marie, is there anything left for me to do?"

She frowned at me.

"Dolores, come over here," she called with open arms; I went over and hugged her.

"Look, if you keep on breaking each time they shout at you, you won't be able to cope here so you need to build a hard wall around yourself, and don't let anyone break it," she said in a firm voice.

"Now I need you to take some fresh towels to Rafael's room and unpack his bag, I also need you to clean up Solana's room. Mr and Mrs King will be going out now so let Paul know, and lastly, I need you to pack Mr and Mrs King's bags they'll be travelling on Monday to see Fernando. Pack warm clothes."

I am not going to Rafael's room if he's there. He already hates me enough.

"Is Rafael in his room?"

"Yes, but don't worry it'll be as if you aren't even there."

My God! I can't do this. I know what to do, I won't make any contact with him.

"Okay, sure," I faked my giddy enthusiasm.

"Ahh I forgot to mention, Rafael and his friends like to stay in the patio, close to the pool area, so you can help me tidy it up.Thanks cara."

This is just great.

"Okay thank you," I said as I finished writing everything in my book and place it in my apron.

Firstly, I went to tell Paul to get the limo ready for the Kings.

Then I went to the laundry room got three fresh towels and headed to Rafael's room. I knocked and heard him reply.

His voice was raspy and bulky I could tell he had been sleeping. Thank the Lord! I entered the room and saw him lying on the bed shirtless. His back was on full display. He was definitely very manly. His muscles were defined and he had a lovely tan. He had straight broad shoulders any girl could drool on till Menopause.

Concentrate, Dolores. Concentrate.

"How can I help you?"

You can help me by putting that shirt on and let me concentrate on the task at hand, I said to myself.

"Umm...M-Marie said you needed towels and I should unpack your bags," I said as I was looking everywhere in the room but at him.

Searching for the bags and I noticed them by the door.

"Ahh. Yes the towels. I need to take a shower," he murmured as he climbed off the bed. He walked towards me.

He grabbed the towels from me and slowly brushed his hand against mine. I shuddered under his touch, as sparks erupt in my skin and tingles ran down my spine. He went into the bathroom and shut the door. Releasing a breath I didn't even realise I'd been holding in, I pick his bags up and start folding the clothes. Soon he's out of the bathroom with only a towel tied around his waist.

My God!

I turn away when I saw a smirk forming on his face and I feel heat creep up my cheeks.

I bend down and start putting his shoes in the cupboard. I hear him shuffling around the room, preferably getting dressed as I put the last pair of shoes away.

Suddenly, I realise he's behind me, his hand hitching my dress up. His hold on my waist is firm and stiff, keeping me down in that position.

His hand is caressing my ass felt so good, and due to the thong I'm wearing I could feel it through the thin fabric of my dress. He kneads my ass like dough and his fingers massage my hips.