Maid For Him

Chapter 7

Reese***

They say in life, you should try not to live with regrets, to try to help people while you can....while they are still alive.

As I entered the Nichols' mansion, the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. I didn't know what to expect and worse of all I didn't know how to help Sheila. Was she even still here? Did Rickel hurt her any further? Did he drug her?

"Good morning Reese." Rickel greeted me in the living room. "I'm leaving now but there's a list on the fridge of things you need to get done before I get back.

"Uh...Ok, sir." I answered as politely as I could and watched him walk through the door.

The first thing I did when I heard him drive away was run up the stairs.

"Sheila?" I called but there was no reply.

Rickel's room was messy as usual but Shelia was not there. A part of me was scared to even look for her.

"Sheila!" I called out much louder this time but still got no reply.

I was nervous, to say the least. What was I supposed to do? Call the police and tell them what? That I suspect that my boss injured his girlfriend (whom I dislike) but I don't know where she is? Naaaah. That would make me look like the crazy jealous maid.

I went downstairs and picked up the list that Rickel gave me to complete before he left.

*Pick up my suit from the dry cleaners
*Order two dozen red roses and place them in the downstairs guestroom.
* Make dinner reservations for two at Rendezvous
*Light 3 cinnamon candles in the downstairs guest room just before you leave
*Ensure that the house is spotless

That arrogant pig!

So he's just going to abuse Sheila and then give her a romantic candlelight dinner to make it up to her? I mean, I don't particularly like her but anger ran through my veins as I imagined the things I should do to him. No woman should be treated like that.

Reese, you're not here to meddle in other people's affairs.

I reminded myself constantly.

I started doing the job I was hired to do: clean up after this rich bastard. I mumbled to myself as I cleaned the house to perfection.

What was I even thinking? Sheila doesn't need my help. She's probably at a spa right now being pampered before her date with Rickel.

¡Dios mio!

Thinking about Sheila and her rich girl problems almost made me forget why I was here in the first place. I cannot lose focus now. I'm way too close to success.

An hour and a half later, I dragged my index finger along the kitchen island and smiled with satisfaction. No dust in sight.

I picked up the chore list and took up the house keys, locking the door firmly behind me. I couldn't afford someone robbing the place on my watch.

I tied the laces on my sneakers and started the thirty-minute walk in the direction of the cleaners. There was a BMW in the garage but I dared myself not to touch it because of two reasons. One: Rickel didn't permit me to use it and two: I didn't know how to drive.

I plugged in my earphones and let the lyrics of Despacito put a little pep into my steps.

The cleaners were partially empty with a few women dressed in maid outfits picking up clothes for their bosses. I shook my head. What monster forces someone to wear a maid outfit? It was insane and downright disrespectful.

The lady behind the counter gave me a queer look as I slammed Rickel's credit card on the counter in anger. She never took her judging eyes off me as she typed into a computer. A few minutes later, a plastic-looking blond girl brought the suit to me. I laughed to myself. She and Sheila must be related. They possess the same amount of fakeness.

On my walk back to the house I called to make reservations at Rendezvous, ordered the two dozen red roses, and stopped to buy the cinnamon-scented candles.

I really needed to get a better pair of sneakers. My feet were sore by the time I got back to the house and I think I'm starting to develop bunions. I knew Rickel wouldn't be home for a few hours so I went to take a shower in the guest bathroom. I was in paradise! I don't think I've ever taken a better shower than this one. The water was the right temperature, the lighting was perfect...

Ding!

The doorbell rang and I hastily got dressed in one of the white robes kept in all bathrooms and stumbled to get the door. Who would be visiting at this hour?!

I opened the door and sighed in relief. The mailman looked at me questionably. "Ur... I have a package for Mr. Rickel Nichols. Can you sign for it please?"

"Sure." I took the clipboard from him and scribbled my signature. "Thanks." I started to close the door but he was still standing there.

"Uhm....can I say something?" He asked and I nodded.

"Uhm....pardon my language but you are quite plump and rosy. Mr. Nichols is a lucky man. Give me a call if he ever screws up." He eyed me up and down then his eyes remained fixated on my chest area.

I looked down and that was when I realized that one of my breasts was not covered by the robe. I slammed the door shut and shuddered. I could hear him snickering as he walked away.

I placed the package on the dinner table and went to clean the guestroom. A few moments later, the roses arrived. I made sure all my body parts were covered this time before answering the door.

The room was spotless when I left and the cinnamon odor door filled the entire house. I'm sure Rickel will be pleased. I'm even more sure that Sheila will be happy with this arrangement.