Chapter 12
Declan
Iwheeledthebike into my front yard and leaned it against a tree.
“My god, you live here.” Theadora stared up at the blue-stone gothic building which I now called home.
I nodded. “When it came up for auction, I snapped it up. I had an architect repurpose it.”
Her beautiful brown eyes filled with wonder, and my heart beating faster than usual had little to do with the uphill ride.
I hadn’t even known I wanted a maid until I saw her sitting at the café looking gorgeous with that thick, raven hair in a messy bun. Theadora licking the top of her cupcake aroused all kinds of dirty thoughts, like having that little pink tongue sliding over my dick.
“Come on in.” I opened the front door and stepped out of the way.
We entered the open-plan space with beamed ceilings and stained glass windows that splashed beams of colour over the freshly painted white walls.
“Incredible.” She turned on the spot, taking in the rectangular room, big enough to host a large crowd.
I crossed my arms. “I like being here.”
She pointed at the windows showing scenes of angels and other heavenly bodies. “It’s very religious.”
I smiled. “It was a church.”
“Are you a believer?”
I shrugged. “I’m open. I like to think there’s a god. I’ve done some praying in my life.”
She nodded thoughtfully, her eyes soft and filled with questions. “Me too.”
“What? Praying or hoping there’s a god?” I had to ask.
“Both.” Her eyes met mine, and I held her there. I had to get to know this girl. If only to understand why she had such a hold on me.
Her curves and pretty face, certainly. My bodily desires had the edge there. But there was more to this attraction than lust.
Her eyes seemed so deep and filled with all kinds of stories. Not shallow and seeking the next bit of fun, like Cleo or some of the girls I’d dated.
I moved to what was once an altar and now my kitchen. “Can I offer you a drink. A juice?”
“Just water would be nice.” She turned around again, staring up at the vaulted ceiling.
The view of her jeans hugging her curvy arse made me forgot what I was doing.
How am I meant to concentrate with her around?
A bad idea. I should have called the agency and employed someone who didn’t look like Theadora, especially in that tight blouse and those jeans.
I handed her a glass of water. “I’ll show you the rest of the space, if you like.”
We stepped into the back of the church to an adjoining room with a view of the garden, which I used as a study.
“I’m sorry it’s a bit of a mess.”
“Well, that’s why I’m here,” she said, rolling up her shirt sleeves and sounding assertive. Her pretty eyes lighting up put a smile on my face too.
I liked her spark, despite her fragile moments. I’d noticed her remote downward glances, like something haunted her. My soul understood that expression well.