Maid for you

Oh fudge nuggets

Chapter 1: oh fudge nuggets

Yes, I was kinda using my looks get my job, but I had a good reason to do it. It's not every day you get to talk to Channing Tatum, maybe if your Tatum's wife, but not if you're trying to be his maid. And yes, I am a maid. For celebrities I might add. The large knowledge i have on how to get a stain out of $10,000 clothing helps in my field of work, so I get a lot of jobs in the Hollywood area.

"I understand Mr. Tatum, but my field of work does not include cooking. I work best in cleaning. I can make anything look better than when you bought it, but if you want me to cook...well let's just say your toilet will be clogged up more than a ghetto Taco Bell," I said, laughing easily.

It's very important to make the clients feel at ease. Even if that includes making jokes so awful, Harry Styles would cringe.

"I'm sorry to hear that Miss. Jones, but cooking is a very important thing to this family. It was a pleasure meeting you, but I don't think you're the right person for this job," Mr. Tatum apologized, making my heart sink to the ground. Fudge nuggets, I really needed this job.

Smiling and insisting that I must leave, I gathered my things and excited the enormous mansion. I sighed a sigh as soon as I got out. Snatching my phone from my bag, I dialed a cab service. Maybe I'll get cooking classes and then he'll take me, I thought hopefully. Wait that's actually a really good idea.

I don't think I've ever ran so fast in a miniskirt.

"MR.TATUM WAIT!" I screamed as I banged on the mahogany door. My pervert in me laughed at the irony of the fact that I was screaming and banging near Channing Tatum. Woah. That was bad.

That's another thing about me. I'm a complete and utter pervert. I would be lying if I hadn't been known to teach the children some not-so-nice words here or there. You can blame me for having David Become's son being a perv.

Channing opened the door, slight annoyance played across his chiseled features.

"Yes?" He said impatiently. I huffed and with one breath I spit out my idea. Channing nodded politely through it, as if he understood my mumbles. I guess he did because after I was done throwing up my words, he was offering me a deal.