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“Why can’t we discuss them now?”
“Because this is how I want it. Say yes, and we go back to my house and talk about those terms. Say no, and you can get the fuck out of my car, and the deal will be off, never to be offered again.”
I stared over at my poor, dirty car. This was fucked. This was also more money than I thought I’d even know what to do with. If I took the job.
You’re a moron to even be entertaining this. Get out, and don’t look back.
I sighed. “Fine…”
“Say it, Ms. Grant.” His voice had a hard edge to it now. “I want to hear the precise word, right now.”
“Yes—I’ll do it.”
He pressed the ignition button on his dash, the Audi’s engine purring to life like a newly awakened—and pissed off—lioness. “Now, get your seat belt on. We have maid duties to discuss.”
CHAPTER6
Lola
The last time I’d been in his living room, I’d been musing how spoiled and indolent rich people like him often were. How many of them seemed visibly uncomfortable interacting with someone of much more modest means.
As I sank into his immense couch though, watching him pour himself a drink from the wet bar along the wall opposite the kitchen, I realized that really didn’t matter anymore. More to the point, I had to admit that I was wrong—at least about him. He didn’t seem at all uncomfortable. And indolent wasnevera word I’d use to describe Ellis Winters.
Son of a bitch? Sure. Dick? Probably.
The sound of ice dropping into the glass tumbler brought me back from my thoughts. “I’d offer you a drink, Lola, but that’s not allowed. My maid never drinks. Not one drop.”
Yes, definitely a dick.
“Why not? I mean, I’m assuming you mean on the job…” It was a stupid thing to say. Of course that’s what he meant.
“No, actually, I mean atall. As long as she works for me, she’s not to touch the stuff.” He walked into the living room, the amber liquid sloshing in his glass, the gold band on his right ring finger catching the warm yellow of the dazzling recessed lighting. “Only awful men like me should imbibe. There’s a reason why it’s called the Devil’s Drink.”
The morning had given way to noon, but the light outside, if anything, was darkening. Rain was coming.
“You… are you serious right now? You can’t keep me from drinking on my off hours. You’re offering me a job. You won’t own me.”
He smiled then, and I didn’t like the look of it one bit. “We’ll just have to see what I will and won’t have control over.” The couch was a massive sectional shaped like an immense U. I sat at the bottom end, and he took a seat at the armrest of one of the upper legs. He sipped from his glass, those blue-gray eyes on me the entire time.
The giant picture windows that surrounded half of the living room lent a striking effect to the illumination in the room, making one feel like they were almost outside in the elements, the lighting, while powerful, not overwhelming that effect at all. The soaring ceiling, easily twenty-five feet above us, only amplified that feeling.
Finally, he spoke. “Now, my proposal.” He leaned forward, setting the tumbler down on the glass coffee table in front of him. “What Ineedis a maid committed to excellence, dedication, and service. Do you think you can bring those qualities to the job, Lola?”
“That depends. Whatisthe job? I mean, what specific duties does it have? I’m a cleaning girl… but I don’t really know how that differs from a maid.” I forced a smile. “Unless it’s just the slutty Fifi uniform.”
His gaze flashed. “We’ll get to that in a moment.”
“To what?”
“The, as you say,sluttyuniform.”
“Will I have one?” I wasn’t entirely sure how I felt about that. I’d never actually considered it before, ironically enough, considering my job. Well, former job.
Don’t get ahead of your skis. You’re not hired yet.
“Oh, yes, you’ll have a uniform all right. I’ll insist upon it.”
My mouth went dry at that. “Um, slutty?”
