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Chapter 7
Meg
My next few days at the house are spent in good accord.
Having that moment with Matt has lightened everything.
He’s hotter than ever, and I can’t deny how much I wanted what happened between us to occur. I’ve wanted Matt since I first laid eyes on him.
It’s early, but I have such a crush on him, and I don’t know what to do. He ticks all my boxes as to what the most gorgeous, perfect man should be.
He’s ruggedly handsome. That chiseled face comes with scruff and dark, wavy hair that hits just across his eyes. I love when he runs his hands through it, and I silently wish his fingers were tangled in my own hair.
While he may look good in a suit, there’s a certain untamed quality about him that makes me hot. I want to be the one to tame him, or the one with which he can be free. There’s just something about Matt—something beneath the surface that I need to understand because it’s driving me crazy with internal lust.
As I’m cleaning and going about my business, I keep getting mental images from the other day in the library.
His full lips and eyes that are forest green like my own. His giant cock. And then I find myself thinking,No, it can never happen. Don’t be reckless, Meg.
And I don’t know what that’s all about. This connection is very new, and I don’t want to take it too seriously. What happened may never happen again. I don’t know if there’s a future for a relationship or anything more.
What I do know is that I’m still stuck cleaning this damn mansion, and boy is it big. I haven’t found any information for Simon, though my work in the library continues.
I’ve looked through all the places where paperwork might be. I’ve searched the desk and the files. I’ve even found myself pulling on books, expecting a secret door to appear as if from nowhere.
I don’t know what I was expecting. Obviously, the documents aren’t going to be lying around in plain sight. I just have to continue my work in looking for it. Something has to pop up sooner or later.
I told Simon about my work in the library and that I thought it was progress from working in other places. He didn’t care and just chided me for taking so long.
The jerk. I didn’t, however, tell him about Matt. I’ll never tell him about Matt.
Hopefully, I’ll be far away from all of this, especially Simon, before anybody ever finds out about us. Maybe nobody ever will. Maybe what Matt and I had will be a secret forever, and that makes it all the more intriguing and mysterious.
Today, the guys have a private chef coming in to prepare a special dinner for them. I’ve become accustomed to the fact that they like to dine on great food because Mrs. Simmons has sent me to the store several times to pick up gourmet items.
Tonight, however, will be the first time the other guys have been in the house at the same time since the party. I don’t know where they’ve been or what they’ve been up to, and it’s obviously not my place to wonder about it.
But until today, the house has been serenely quiet. When the guys were in and out doing God knows what, it was basically me and some of the staff doing our work in the gigantic mansion.
Today, however, is different. The guys are all here, and there’s noise and chaos, assistants running around, and stuff going on. It’s a welcome change, mostly because of the eye candy.
I try to stay in my own lane and push all thoughts of Matt and I being something out of my head. It’s tempting to think of him as a fantasy guy—someone who’s actually right for me. But I’m aware of his playboy past, and I know you can’t change people, especially a headstrong alpha male like him.
Besides, I’m in no position to be in a relationship myself. I’m still struggling to get out of a relationship. Now is not the time to jump in again.
I try to keep to myself and do as much as I can to help the dinner being prepared. Mrs. Simmons has had me sent out to the florist to pick up a huge arrangement of flowers. I put them on the dining table and lay out all the flatware and the crystal glasses.
Everything in here screams money. Even the place settings must cost $1,000 apiece. It’s all gold and diamonds and glitz and glamour. It’s a beautiful house to be in, but I don’t belong here.
It’s tempting to want this kind of lifestyle. It’s very beautiful and otherworldly. But I just will never understand how someone like Simon can be so obsessed with money that it blinds him to the good things in life.
I mean, he’s put me, his girlfriend, in this position of being an underhanded maid because he’s so intent on stealing the fortune.
I know he’s a bad person, and I’m eager to get away. But at the same time, I know myself and that money is great and all, but it’s definitely not the most important thing in life. At least not to me.
Mrs. Simmons approaches me and says, “Meg, those flowers are absolutely gorgeous. Where did you find tulips at this time of year?”
“Oh, Mr. Branson, the florist, had these up his sleeve. They’re freshly imported from the Netherlands. I think they’re pretty. I wanted to get several colors, and I hope you’re okay with that,” I say.
