“De-catting your room while you cursed our brother?”
I bit my lip, nodding to myself before speaking, “Are you the perpetrator or the accomplice?”
“I’m the innocent bystander. After all, it’s not my room…and I’m not a snitch.”
Thou shall not murder thy siblings.
Thou shall not murder thy siblings.
Thou shall NOT murder thy siblings! But harm and maim should be allowed, right?
I had to repeat it three times as I reached the door, opening it to see a dark green, House of Kiton suit, a new pair of brown Calfskin Wingtip House of Testoni shoes to match the Rockefeller brown tie and dress shirt, along with a Jean Dunand Shabaka watch.
She’s got to be kidding me? “Please explain to me what is so damn important that not only must I forsake sleep but I must also drape myself in over two-million-dollars’ worth of clothing to attend?”
“Your welcome home party, of course,” she replied without missing a beat.
“Oh, of course,” I mocked, this time much more serious than I had been before… I paused for a moment, staring at the suit hanging outside my doorway. “Just whatever you’re planning on using my return to cover up, sister dearest… Don’t put me between you and Ethan.”
I knew she was grinning on the other end of the phone as she said, “Is that physically or metaphorically?”
“Both.”
“Brunch is at ten,” she told me, changing the subject and adding, “and stop threatening the help. The last thing this family needs is rumors of you throwing maids out your window.”
“You’re sounding more and more like Nana by the minute.”
“Fuck you and goodbye.”
I smiled when she hung up and looked up, finally noticing the red haired, blue eyed maid standing and waiting patiently behind the trolley my clothes hung on.
“Can I bring them in, Sir?” she asked, and I moved aside allowing her to enter. I tilted my head to see her ass as she came in… She was slender, but the uniform made it hard to see her figure, her red hair stopping only a little bit past her shoulders.
“Do you need anything else, Sir?” she asked, turning around to face me.
Again, I looked her over, making sure she knew I was looking, before meeting her gaze; “Yes, I need a pretty maid; not too pretty, but pretty enough that she can hold my interest for short time; who simply wants have to fun and forget she’s a maid for an hour…or two…but not lose her mind thinking it’s more than what it is afterwards.” I smirked at that, she swallowed. “If you know someone like that, please send her my way.”
I opened the door for her to step out then waited
for a moment before asking, “Aren’t you leaving?”
“I…I know someone like that,” she said quickly.
Closing the door, I turned back to her, walking up close and lifting her chin up so she could look me in the eyes.
“Are you sure you know someone like that? I hate women who lie, but I hate women who overestimate themselves even more,” I whispered, placing my thumb on her bottom lip. “The last thing I want to do to an obsessive maid clinging on to me.”
“You…won’t have to… I’ll…I’ll be good.”
The grin that passed my lips made her shiver, I saw it. Placing my hand on her shoulder, I leaned in, whispering directly into her ear, “Be good later, sweetheart, take me into your mouth and show me how bad you can be right now.”
Gently, I pushed down on her shoulder and she got down onto her knees. As she grabbed hold of me, all I could think was…
It’s good to be home.
ETHAN
Placing my hand on her cheek, I brushed back her blond hair, and she smiled, rolling to her side as she muttered, “Five more minutes.”