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“I’m so sorry, sir,” she mumbles. “I’ll get this cleaned up and be out of your way in a second.”
Ah, that makes more sense. She’s wearing a black and white maid’s uniform that’s very sexy, come to think of it. The skirt ends right below her curvaceous ass, and there’s a white frilly apron, just like in my fantasies. There’s even a cute little hat perched on her head, with brown curls peeping out. At least I don’t need to call security.
Then again, I don’t recognize this woman. Have we met before? I admittedly don’t know everyone on my staff, but I think I would have noticed someone like her.
This woman is incredibly sexy, and I can’t stop staring. The maid’s uniform is slightly too small for her, and it squeezes her ample assets. With every move she makes, it seems she’s going to spill over the top or out the bottom.
I wouldn’t mind either of those options, come to think of it. Mentally, I will the top to slip just a bit farther down so that I can get a peek at her large breasts.
But she doesn’t even notice I’m staring at her because she’s still on her knees, scrubbing away frantically.
“I’m sorry sir,” she pants again. “I’ll be done in just a sec.”
I laugh. I don’t even know her name, and I’m already intrigued.
She looks up, her expression startled. Then, she squeezes the sponge into the bucket and starts soaking up more water before furiously trying to scrub again. It’ll take forever like that, but I’m enjoying the view from here. Her ass is now facing me, huge and heart-shaped. Does she realize that the skirt is riding up so that it stops just below her big cheeks? They practically mock me, begging me to come closer and give them a squeeze.
I won’t do that, of course. No need for a sexual harassment lawsuit on my hands, in my own home no less.
“That’s not going to work,” I say instead.
The young woman jumps, her brown eyes wide.
“What?”
“Soaking it up that way. I think I have some towels in the bathroom down the hall.”
She’s shaking her head before I can get the words out.
“No, sir, that won’t be necessary. I can take care of this. Don’t you worry.”
“Really, it’s no big deal.”
“Sir, this is my mess—” she begins, but I hold up my hand to stop her. Before she can say anything else, I leave the office and head for the bathroom. Sure enough, someone replenished the towels in the linen closet. I grab a handful and head back to the office.
She’s trembling when I return, her pink cheeks flushed. Those big brown eyes stare at me, her pink pout slightly open. What will it taste like when I kiss her?
“Thank you, sir, but you shouldn’t have done that. Really, I can clean it up myself. I’ll be out of your hair in no time. Just please, don’t tell my boss. I didn’t mean to cause any trouble.”
I shake my head, hoping to seem reassuring.
“Don’t worry about it. These things happen. I’m not worried about it, so you shouldn’t be either.”
She looks down and smiles a bit, but still seems nervous.
“Thank you, sir. You see, I can’t afford to lose this job.”
I smile faintly, hoping it doesn’t come across like a grimace.
“Your job is safe. Like I said, no need to worry.”
She takes the towels from me and gets to work sopping up the dirty water. It’s backbreaking work, for sure. She’s on her knees, that big bottom raised in the air once more, and the towels soak through at once. The water is filthy and grayish, and I can even see bits of dirt in it. How did my office get so grubby?
But the girl doesn’t flinch. Once the flood is taken care of, she carries the heavy, soaked-through towels to the door, and puts them on the floor by the doorway. They sit there like dead wet puppies, and for the first time, I notice assorted cleaning supplies in that area. How did I not see them earlier?
“How long have you been in here?” I ask quizzically.
She bites her lip and stares at the ground.
“Um, you mean the office?”
I shoot her a wry look.
“Yes, the office.”
She bites her lip.
“A few hours. I’ve been cleaning…”
I shake my head.
“Fuck. So I take it you overheard that conversation with Brina.”
She shakes her head, looking up with panic.
“I didn’t hear anything, I swear. Nor did I eavesdrop. I just … well, it felt too weird to announce my presence. I didn’t want to interrupt your conversation.”
Embarrassment floods my veins. I hate that this gorgeous woman had to witness such an awful event.
“Goddamit. Brina does that all the time,” I say. “She doesn’t take no for an answer.”
The pretty maid nods hesitantly.
“I noticed that. I don’t understand women like her. If a guy rejected me over and over again, I’d turn tail and run, but I guess some women are made of stronger stuff than I am.”
