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Are red and pink rose petals on the bed?
What the fuck, Cupid? It’s like he’s taking me on a real Valentine’s date, but I won’t melt.
He sets my bag on the desk before smiling at me like he’s sweet and not Satan, leaning down to gently kiss my cheek.
“Strawberries?” His whiskers tickle my flesh. “And Champagne?”
Why is he being romantic? Why is he trying to seduce me? Where’s his kink? We both know we’re finally going to fuck like porn stars for one night, so why is he changing the game on me?
I don’t do romance.
I do dicks.
“No, thank you, sir,” I reply, rejecting him. Twirling my hair, I watch him turn to pour himself a drink while hekeeps glancing my way, so I tease, “I’m just here to get your room very dirty tonight.”
“Oh?” He grins from behind his full champagne glass, asking as he takes a seat on the sofa, “How so?”
“Well, sir,” I try the innocent but horny maid approach, “I’m here to do my job.” I shrug, letting him enjoy how it bounces my tits. “But you’re the boss. I guess you can watch me clean for you if that’s your wish. But you have to sit right there and behave. You can’t touch me, or I’ll get fired. Promise?”
“Promise.” He smirks. “I’ll just watch you.”
But Beau’s smile is too confident, too comfortable. He looks too powerful in that tie, too sexy staring at me. And his cologne lingers in the air. It’s too irresistible; he hasn’t changed it since college.
This is going to be harder than I thought.
I watched from the sidelines of love for two years and couldn’t have Beau, and it hurt so much. For too long, I felt like the biggest loser in college, and this is my chance to finally win, soInnocent Maidfeels too vulnerable with him. Too exposed.
But horny feels right — yep,Horny, Shameless Maid. Let’s play with my true nature to win the game.
“Do you have your phone charged, sir?” I ask him, changing my tone from Naughty Virgin to Sexy Bitch.
“Yeah,” he hears the change, answering warily… and intrigued with his lush lips half-cocked in a grin.
“Good. You’ll need it.” I smile. “I’ll only be dirty for you for one night, sir, but you can be damn sure you won’t ever forget me again.”
His eyes falter, he confesses so fast, “Blair, I never forgot you. I, uh… ” Then, he remembers his role. “I mean...ma’am. I even remember that cute little mole on your left ass cheek, right next to your naughty little tail.”
What?
Why is he being cute? Why is he smiling at me, all genuine and shit? Why does he remember little things about me?
Beau’s supposed to be a dick. Areallybig dick. “How did you see my mole?” But he baits me.
“Because,” his smile grows, “you wore tank tops and little white thongs to sleep. And you always kicked the sheets off like a ninja in your dreams, and I liked watching your fine ass do it.”
I snap, “I was kicking your ass in my dreams.”
“We both know I wasfuckingyour ass in your dreams.”
His smile slides to a lewd smirk, winning this round.
“Is that so?” Game on. My turn. I prance across the room with my duster in hand. “Then let me confess what I dream about when you’re not here, sir.”
The double doors to the adjacent bedroom are wide open. The king-sized bed with its white sheets and duvet is neatly made, the damn romantic rose petals arranged in a heart. It’s centered directly across the suite from the sofa where he sits, watching me swish past it, aiming straight toward the mahogany dresser in the room.
I set the duster down and pull open the top drawer, andbingo, he’s neatly unpacked his clothes for me to defile.
Grabbing a pair of his black boxer briefs, I snag his black t-shirt from earlier this evening, a pair of black and red striped silk socks, and, oh yes, the faded jeans he wore today, too. His sweater I’ll leave undefiled.
