Maid For Him

Chapter 12

Reese***

Thump.

The blue sky loomed over me, a gentle breeze caressing my cheek.

Thump. Thump.

I willed my feet to walk. One then the other. Left then right.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

I opened the door and  stepped in.

Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.

My heart beat was getting faster my the second and I took deep breaths to calm myself down.  

There was no one in the hallway and I breathed a sigh of relief. The living room was empty as well so I deposited my bag in one of the couches and proceeded to the kitchen. 

Renae was there wearing an apron and making pancakes for breakfast. She let out a resounding scream when she saw me. This alerted the whole household and I could hear Rickel and Shelia barreling down the stairs to check on her.

"Mother. What's wrong?" Rickel asked, unaware of my presence.

Renae was lost for words. She just pointed in my direction and kept repeating, "She. Maid. Clothes. Look!"

Both Sheila and Rickel spun around to look at me. Shelia's eyes went wide and she had a look of jealousy  (or was it rage) on her face.

Rickel, however, couldn't keep his gaze from dropping to my cleavage. He cleared his throat a few times. "W-what...." he found it hard to find the right words to say.

I smirked. "Good morning all." I said as blissfully as I could. "I trust you all had a wonderful dinner last night?"

"Uhm. Yes we did." Rickel finally found his voice.

"What have you done to your uniform!?!" Renae shouted, her untamed anger shooting at me like arrows.

I laughed genuinely. "Oh this uniform?" I said as I twirled playfully. "I've simply made it my own. You told me to wear it every day and that's exactly what I'm going to do. Now if you'll excuse me, I have work to do."

Both ladies were baffled and they started bombarding Rickel with commands.

"Make her change!" Shelia shrieked. "She's obviously trying to tease you sexually."

Renae couldn't believe what was happening either. "Rickel she has no respect for you! You need to get rid of her."

"Will you calm down? She's here to clean. Now can I have some pancakes or are you going to let me starve?" Rickel took a seat at the island and placed his head on the counter.

As I walked to the supplies closet, I could still hear them bickering and complaining. I plugged in my earphones and let my body sway to some soca music. Now this is me. A hardass Capricorn that will take bullshit from no one.....especially not a stuck up old lady.   

I started upstairs and worked my way down. I made sure to clean Rickel' s room first. I was on my knees scrubbing the floor and twerking like a professional. The sexy maid uniform along side these songs was giving me a vibe that I liked.

I was almost at the doorway when my foot hit something hard. I quickly dragged the earphones from my ear and glanced up. The first thing I saw was the protruding zipper of Rickel Nichols' trousers. I hastily scrambled to my feet and brushed off my uniform, straightening it awkwardly.

"Ehm....Mr. Nichols. I didn't see you there."

He didn't make eye contact with me. "Please notify when you're finish in here." He cleared his throat and left before I could even answer.

Was he sexually attracted to me? If not, he has a serious size problem. I chuckled to myself as I thought about how Gaby is going to react when I tell her this.

My mood changed instantly. I didn't get to talk to her this morning. She sneaked out before I was even awake.

"Reese!! Get down here!" Renae's voice murdered my name. What the hell did she want now?!

I left Rickel's room and started descending the stairs. Renae was waiting at the bottom with a wooden spatula in her hands. On instinct, my fists began to fold.

"You called me?" I asked professionally when I reached to her.

"My. My. I could see all your heaven and earth as you walked down the stairs. Have you no pride in being a woman?" She was so condescending that I was at the edge of snapping at her.

I took deep breaths. "You called me to criticise me?"

She huffed at me judgementally. "Follow me." She demanded.

I reluctantly followed her into the kitchen and she stood beside one of the cabinets. "Do you have something to tell me, Reese?" She asked.

I was high on insults to spray at her. "I have a lot of things to tell you Mrs. Nichols." I simply said. "But I think they are safer inside my head."

Renae folded her arms and stepped back a little. "Oh. So you think this is a joke huh? Do you think I'm going to stand here and watch you desecrate my son's house?......or his reputation for that matter? Rickel! Get in here!" Her voice was louder than any stereo at maximum volume.

Her tapping feet on the kitchen floor was almost making me nervous.

Rickel walked in rubbing his temple and still avoiding my eyes.

"What is it this time mother?" He asked wearily.

"It's your maid. She's clearly out of control. Look what I found in your kitchen!" She opened the cabinet and shuffled behind the cereal boxes to pull out a small plastic bag with something white inside.

Rickel's eyes widened when he saw it.

This woman will stop at nothing to get rid of me. I honestly can't believe she stooped this low to frame me with drugs.

"That's not mine!" I defended myself. "What? You think because I'm latina that I have to do drugs?! I have class!" I was full out shouting by now.

Renae chuckled. "You have class, huh? Well your outfit is sending the message of a cheap whore!"

Oh no honey! Nobody calls me a whore and get away with it!

I was taking out my second earring, when Rickel ran between the both of us.

"Boy you better put a leash on your mother!" I growled angrily.

"Stop! Just stop!" Rickel warned firmly. "Mom. I'll handle this. Meanwhile you and Sheila can go to the spa. I made reservations."

She left mumbling about young people nowadays having no respect for their elders.

"Rickel, that cocaine isn't mine." I told him much calmer this time.

He sighed. "If you say so but I hope nothing like this ever happens again. I wouldn't want to have to fire you." And for the first time since morning, our gazes locked.

He stared into my eyes as if he was searching for something. A sign of weakness maybe?

He broke eye contact first and I sighed in relief. As he was leaving the kitchen, he stopped beside me and without looking at me he whispered, "And change that uniform before I have to rip it from your body."

His sensual voice sent shivers down my spine and I could feel myself getting moist.

¡Dios mio!