Page 4 of Taming Mr. Smith


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Walking to stand by the window, I pretend to be gazing out at the garden when in reality I’m staring at her reflection. My eyes taking her in as much as I want.

“If you don’t mind me asking,” she says, biting her lip, “what will the salary be?”

“Thousand dollars an hour,” I say and she lets out a choked cry and I turn to her. “Does that horrify you? Do you expect more? How about...”

Another choked sound comes out of her and she raises her hand. “Mr. Smith that’s far too generous...”

“It’s what I give all my employees,” I lie because she doesn’t know just what lengths I’ll go through only to keep her here.

“I see,” she says in a low voice but her hand shakes like she’s in shock when she signs the contract. When she holds it up to me, I take it and put it in one of my drawers.

“One more thing, Nell that I forgot to mention,” I say and she nods.

“Yes?”

Looking down at her I add, “I expect you to move in with me. I need my maid with me at all times.”

She frowns. “But that wasn’t specified in the ad?”

I frown right back. “I’m specifying it now. Can you do it or not?”

“Of course,” she murmurs in a low voice. “I don’t want to disappoint you, Mr. Smith.”

Mr. Smith. Every time those words spill over her lips, it makes me feel like she’s setting me on fire and I straighten with an inflated chest, deeply satisfied that she’s so accommodating.

“You’ll be working here from ten in the morning to six in the evening,” I continue and she nods dutifully, letting me smell the molecules from her shampoo being released in the air.

I need her rubbing that scent all over my sheets. Preferably tonight but I know I won’t be that lucky. But I’ve already had more luck than I could dream of today considering she stumbled into my office and I’m careful not to jinx it.

“When do I start?” she asks and because I don’t want her to go anywhere I say,

“Now.”

Seemingly a little surprised by this but pleased, she gets up. “Then I’ll get to work, Mr. Smith.

With a final look at me, she walks out and I already want her back. But I need to restrict myself, not lunge at her because she makes lust burn in my veins and my heart feels like it’s unprotected.

Swallowing, I shove my hands into my pockets, for the first time in my life feeling like I’m no longer immune.

3

Nell

I can barely breathe down at the storage room where all the cleaning supplies are kept. And it’s not because the air is so thin in here but it’s because of Mr. Smith. He looks at me like I’m something worthy of devotion, like I’m not just old, trailer park Nell.

It doesn’t feel professional but I don’t feel professional around him either. When he got up from his desk I got so frazzled by his impressive physique, that I almost drenched my panties. But luckily they’re thick so I don’t think I left a trace. At least I hope not because I would be so embarrassed I’d never be able to look him in the eye if I did.

“Pure beeswax, and thoroughly polished...Miss Leroux, are you listening to me?”

I jerk, staring at the secretary whose name I forgot, being too occupied with thoughts about my new boss. “Of c...course...”

Her mouth pinches before she rolls her eyes in exasperation. “I wonder what it was that made him hire you...” Her eyes look at my body with meaning. “Oh yes, I wonder indeed.”

Flushing, I try to hide my face and for the rest of the minutes I listen patiently to her while she explains to me where everything is and what to use.

“Are you done in here?” a smoky, masculine voice suddenly asks and I turn towards the door, only to see Mr. Smith standing there. His eyes immediately land on me, trying to read me like he wants to know every little detail.

I’m dressed in my maid uniform, a black loose dress with long sleeves and a white apron but he’s looking at me like I’m naked. And as if he likes what he sees.

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