Antoine’s pale eyes bore into me, making me squirm for a completely different reason. I opened my mouth to explain what had happened, but Antoine didn’t give me the chance.
“Lock your door. I won’t be responsible for what happens next time if you don’t.”
I bobbed my head so fast my eyes rolled in my head.
“Good night, Miss Billings.”
“Good night, Master Durand.” The door clipped shut before I could finish my sentence.
Jerk.
These guys were going to be the death of me if they didn’t fire me first. Sinking into my sheets once more, I started to close my eyes before Wynn’s face flashed in my head, hungry and leering. I ran my fingers over where he had kissed me.
Dropping my hand, I sighed. Stop daydreaming, Piper. You have a job to do, and that didn’t include banging the bosses. I had my battery-operated friend for that.
Jumping out of the bed, I raced across the room and turned the lock. I hurried back to my bed and dove beneath the covers. Snuggling down, I reached over and flicked the lamp switch. Letting out a small moan of pleasure, I realized something.
No guy, no matter how sexy, was worth giving up this thread count. I chuckled to myself as I drifted off to sleep.
That night, I dreamed of my new employers as dark figures surrounding me, taunting me, and demanding me to come with them. Wynn was the most eager of the six brothers to have me join them. By the time I woke the next morning, I had tossed and turned myself so much that my sheets were tangled around my body.
I fought against my confines and ended up on the floor with a thud. Groaning, I grabbed my head and rubbed my eyes. The light pierced through the shades and blinded me as I cracked open my eyes. I had forgotten to close them the night before. Why this one room had the curtains open and the rest of the house didn’t, I would never know.
Glancing over at the alarm clock, it read just after seven, about the time I usually woke for work. Guess some habits were hard to break.
Standing, I moved across the cold wooden floor to the bathroom to shower and begin the day. Halfway across the room, I noticed a slip of paper just inside the door. Cocking my head to the side, I went over and picked it up.
On the paper was a simple list. No greeting. No thank you. Just a list of chores.
1.Gather the laundry.
2.Start laundry.
3.Vacuum the living room.
4.Clean windows on second-floor servants wing.
5.Switch laundry in between jobs.
6.Fold and return to correct room.
Man, they hadn’t been kidding when they said Imighthave time off in the evening. From this list, I’d be lucky to be able to take a piss or a lunch break without being behind.
Sighing, I threw the list on the side table and gathered my clothes. After seeing the list, I couldn’t very well take a long shower like I had planned. Instead, I quickly washed and then got distracted beneath the shower pressure.
God, forget the thread count. No guy was worth giving up this shower pressure. My muscles sang with delight as the water beat down on my shoulders.
Before I knew what I was doing, my mind had conjured up Wynn from last night, his mouth on my hand and then moving to my wrist. In my mind, he didn’t stop there. Those pouty lips found the bend of my elbow and then finally after several moments of teasing my mouth. My fingers stroked in long needy movements along my skin, cupping my breasts and plucking at my nipples. My other hand dipped between my legs, and my knees almost buckled at my touch.
“Fuck.” I gasped, having never been so turned on in my life. It didn’t take more than a few flicks of my clit before I was bent over, gasping for breath.
My eyes fluttered open, and I stared hard at the side of the tub. Shaking my head to clear the post orgasm haze from my head, I climbed out of the tub and quickly dried off. I didn’t give myself time to think much about what I’d just done as I went about brushing my teeth and hair. I pulled my long blonde hair up into a bun and lightly applied some mascara and lip gloss. I didn’t know why I was bothering, but for some reason, being in a house full of attractive men made me want to look my best. I took a moment to stare at my light brown eyes. Even now they shone like someone who’d just been thoroughly fucked.
“Pfft.” I tossed my head from side to side and turned from the mirror.
Since they hadn’t given me a dress code, I went for jeans and a pale green t-shirt. I slipped my tennis shoes back on and grabbed the list before heading for the door. Glancing one way and then the other, I noticed the hallway was completely empty.
Were my employers even up yet? I huffed and rolled my eyes. Probably not. They probably didn’t know the meaning of the word morning.