My Maid and Me (Drabble Series)

I've Got It Covered, Sir

"Rapunzel!" Jack called the top of the stairs, out the double doors of his bedroom. His hair was a mess, his shirt unbuttoned and barely hanging on to him. His tie was thrown around his neck and his pants were zipped but his belt was still undone. 

"Rapunzel!" he called again, this time as he hopped on one foot with one sock on and a toothbrush in his hand. He didn’t see the petite woman walking up the long staircase, flat shoes hitting the stairs softly. She sighed to herself and shook her head.

She was hired to make sense of the man that was Jack Frost, and make sure that he didn’t live in filth while the bachelor danced through life and his trust fund. Now he was a very successful business man himself, owned and managed quite a few major medical and child care companies.

The problem was not his success, it was his lack of preparation for all this. She knew she was hired for her looks and not for her skills. She, of course, blew him away with her ability to pretty much do anything he threw at her. She was an only child and was left alone quite a bit. Despite her skill set, her job as an artist only paid so many bills so working for a millionaire seemed to be ideal for a little while. That was until she realized that ANY other millionaire would’ve been better than Jack Frost.

"Rap-"

"Hold on, Mr. Frost, your stairs are extensive and I really just woke up not an hour ago." she called back, making it to the top step. She walked into his bedroom and sighed. It was a mess again. Clothes thrown everywhere, along with shoes, papers, buttons, underwear and socks. 

"I just cleaned this room yesterday." she mumbled. 

Jack looked over at his maid, tooth brush sticking out of his mouth. She wore a pair of simple jeans with a white tank top and bright pink sweater. She was armed with a large purse and what looked like Starbucks coffee. Her golden locks were in a high ponytail, bangs swept to the side, her make up was minimal and her eyes read ‘god damn it’. He smirked. 

"Um ryunn’ laute." he said over the foam and tooth brush in his mouth. She raised an eyebrow at him before rolling her big green eyes and placing down her bag. She placed her coffee on the nightstand by his four poster bed. She stepped over the clothes and into his master bathroom. More clothes and towels on the floor, ugh. She turned him from the mirror reached for his shirt.

"Forgot to set your alarm?" she asked the man who was only two years older than her yet still had the tendency to act like a college kid with his inability to function on his own (there were maids before her) and his partying. 

He nodded, brushing his teeth diligently. She started from the bottom of his shirt and worker her way up to his collar. “Spit.”

He obediently turned his head and did so. When he turned back she made quick work of his blue tie, tucking it under his collar when she was down with a simple knot. 

"I went out with Haddock last night and when I got home I invited—"

She gave him a look, “Do I have to send the sheets through bleach?” she asked and inwardly shuddered. The stains and smell of sex didn’t come out of the white sheets without bleach. He smirked and leaned toward her, 

"You jealous, Ms. Corona?" he teased.

Her cheeks went a little pink but she just pursed her lips in annoyance, 

"No, I just rather not have to touch other peoples bodily fluids if I can avoid it." she countered, buttoning his cuffs. 

Jack took a glance at his watch as she moved to his left wrist, his eyes widened. “Shit, North is going to be pissed.”

"International meeting with Chinese medical lawyers?" she asked nonchalantly as she buckled his black belt so that his pants stayed up. He glanced at her in shock. 

"How do you know this?" he asked in surprise.

She giggled as she grabbed his cologne off the horribly destroyed bathroom counter and sprayed his neck then wrist, motioning for him to rub them together. 

"Do you know many times I’ve had to pick up your office?" she asked, placing the cologne back on the counter to worry about later. 

Jack gave her a small smile, a real one before he glanced at his watch again, “gah!” he jogged into his bedroom and pulled the matching suit jacket from his closet, before slipping on his shoes. He jogged out of his bedroom while Rapunzel picked up her purse and her coffee, watching him scurry with amusement. She followed him causally back down the stairs while he practically slid on the hard wood floors. 

"Brief case?" she called, taking a sip of her mocha.

"Check!" he replied jogging the other way to grab his briefcase from his office.

"Cell phone?"

"Check!" He headed toward the door, his white hair still a mess and his jacket slightly wrinkled. She smiled at him and laughed a bit, 

"Car keys?"

He paused and patted himself down before turning to the new installment next to the door courteously given to him by the woman who seemed to run his life better than he did. A small series of silver hooks held all different keys to his house and cars along with spares. He pulled his car keys off the hook and opened the door,

"Check." he said. He turned to her as she stood behind him in the doorway, holding her bag and coffee, looking adorable.

"Have a good day at work, Mr. Frost." she said with her bright smile. How could he resist?

"A kiss?"

Her smile fell in shock and her eyes widened, “What?”

He leaned forward and kissed her cheek softly. She blushed.

"Check." he said with a smirk. She blinked at him in surprise at his random gesture, her cheeks red as he used the oppoutinty to snag her Starbucks cup from her hand.

"See you when I get home, Punzie!" he said walking backwards down the steps with a grin.

She snapped out of her daze and looked at her empty hand then back at him as he went to one of his fancy cars with her mocha. She scowled, but touched her cheek where he had kissed her. 

"Spoiled brat." she mumbled and closed the door.