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“Oh?” Wynn arched a brow and moved in closer, reaching out to take the bag. Our hands brushed against each other, and my breath caught.
After I reminded myself how to breathe, I licked my lips and offered him a weak smile. “Well, we can’t have it being said that you weren’t a gentleman, now can we?”
“No, I suppose not.” Wynn leaned toward me, and I was frozen to the spot. His piercing blue eyes locked with mine, his pupils dilating as his nostrils flared. My eyes started to flutter shut, but all of a sudden, Wynn backed away. “Your hand is bleeding again.”
My brows furrowed at his random statement. Glancing down at my injured hand, I could see the red bleeding through the bandage I had replaced after my shower this morning.
“Oh, I guess I am. Probably aggravated it with all the bag moving,” I murmured out loud. When I glanced up from my hand, Wynn was gone.
Staring at the place he had once stood, I wondered what his problem was. He had been nice enough to bandage my hand yesterday, but clearly, I had been right about him being queasy about blood. Although, that didn’t stop him from feeling up my hand and wrist last night.
Snorting, I shook my head. Strange men.
With Wynn gone, I had to take all the bags back downstairs myself, which ended up taking half the morning. By the time I was done, I stank worse than Rayne’s laundry. My stomach growled, ready to eat itself, and I wasn’t even half done with my chores.
I think I’d earned a break. At least, a snack. You know, to keep my strength up.
Gretchen wasn’t in the kitchen, nor Darren when I arrived. However, there was a sandwich sitting in the middle of the island with my name on a sticky note stuck to the edge of the plate. Pulling the plate over to the edge of the counter, I sat down with a sigh.
With no one there to bother me, I took my sweet time eating my sandwich and then putting my plate in the dishwasher. Feeling parched after my sandwich, I opened the fridge and pulled out a bottle of water. Twisting the cap open, I chugged the cool liquid and waited for the clothes to buzz.
What would it be like to live in this house for real? Instead of me doing the laundry and cleaning, I’d be a lady of luxury. No need to work because I’d have millions I’d inherited from my parents. I tried to imagine what kind of parents the masters had. They were each so different it was hard to figure out if they had the same parents or if they were brothers by choice.
All I could say was they had good taste in siblings.
I giggled to myself and tossed my bottle in the trash as the clothes buzzed. I switched the clothes from the washer to the dryer and then headed toward the living room to work on the next item on my list.
It was strange. As I went through one chore after the other, besides the one appearance of Wynn, I didn’t run into any of the other brothers. Darren was the only one I saw, and usually, that was only for him to bark more orders at me or complain I wasn’t doing something right. It wasn’t until the sun had set and I was dead on my feet that I ran into one of the masters.
“Ah, so you’re still here.” Rayne appeared in the kitchen and opened the fridge. He pulled out a bottle with his name on the label and took a deep drink. There’s a bottle in there for each of them, but I wasn’t sure what exactly it was. I just assumed some kind of protein drink.
I watched as the bottle came down from Rayne’s mouth that his lips were stained red. Definitely some kind of health drink. I wanted to gag just thinking about it. No, thank you. I’d take my vegetables the all-natural way, not smashed or juiced to a pulp.
“Did you think I wouldn’t?” I asked, digging my fork into the left-over container Gretchen had set out for me.
Rayne snorted. “We have a bet going actually.”
“A bet?” I choked on the drink I had just taken a gulp of. “Really?”
Beaming at me, Rayne nodded. “Yep. I bet you wouldn’t last a day.”
Rolling my eyes, I turned back to my food. “Well, you lost. I’m still here.”
“Not for long. Night’s fallen.” Rayne flashed his canines at me and walked out the door with his bottle in hand.
“Well, that was cryptic,” I muttered to myself and finished my meal. After I was done, I gathered up the laundry that had finished, preparing to take them back to their owner’s rooms before going to my room for the night.
Taking the clothes back was going to be harder than picking them up, since my chances of running into one of my new employers was high. Thankfully, Rayne was doing whatever college level douche bags did so I could easily drop his clothes off without a problem. The same went for Allister’s clothes. However, when I went to drop Drake’s clothing off, I wasn’t so lucky.
“Why hello there. Miss Billings, is it? Or can I call you Piper?” Drake grinned at me, his body only partly covered in a towel, his skin still wet from his shower. It was like he had read my mind and knew about my daydream earlier today, and as my eyes followed the trail of water moving down Drake’s rippling abs and to the bulge below the terry cloth, I knew I was in trouble.
Astronomically.
