Chapter Five
Eric
The next morning,I woke up hungry. Not for food, though.
For Maddie.
One taste of her, one time dipping my cock into that beautiful cunt, and I wanted her again and again. For a fleeting moment, the thought crossed my mind that I shouldn't be sleeping with my employee, but I'd never wanted to hire someone to cook for me anyway. That DeVille guy had just made me think I did.
No, I had no intention of staying away from Maddie. What I needed to figure out was what to do with her as my employee. Paying a woman to fuck your brains out wasn't illegal. Hell, every married man I'd ever met did exactly that on a daily basis and rarely got equal trade in return. But Maddie and I weren't married, and the four thousand dollars a month I was paying her to be my cook seemed like a hefty price for what she could give me.
Then again, having a woman at my beck and call to do whatever I wanted with might be a priceless thing.
I stretched my legs and felt the familiar ache in my thighs I always got after a night of great sex. There was something that happened with my muscles because of an incredible fuck that left me sore, but the pain only served to remind me that I couldn't wait until the next time I had the chance to be inside Maddie.
My morning hard-on turned into a real one as the memory of her tight cunt rolled through my mind, making me wish she was lying next to me so I could have her again and start my day off right. Since she wasn't, I'd have to suffer.
But not for long. I didn't plan on letting more than a day pass before she was beneath me and I was buried to my balls inside her.
After showering and getting ready for what was going to be a long day at work if I couldn't get my mind off Maddie, I headed toward the kitchen to get a cup of coffee and found her already back to her job and up to her wrists in French toast batter.
"Good morning?" I said, making it a question as I wondered what the hell she would be making breakfast for since I never ate anything before noon.
She looked up from the bowl of egg mixture and smiled. "Hi! Did you sleep well?"
After the sex we'd had together, I couldn't imagine not sleeping well. "Yeah. What are you doing?"
Maddie looked down at the bowl and then back up at me with a confused expression. Admittedly, it wasn't exactly a question that had to be asked considering the answer was obvious.
"I'm making French toast."
She returned to dunking the slices of bread and didn't offer to give me any, which I found as interesting as her standing there making breakfast for her employer who never ate the meal. "I can see that. My question is why."
"Because I'm the cook," she answered matter-of-factly with a smile.
"But you're supposed to cook only for me, and I don't eat breakfast or French toast."
"Never?" she asked in a tone of complete disbelief.
"Never."
Her hands stilled again and she looked up at me. "Really? I've never met anyone who never eats French toast. I mean, it's like dessert for the first meal of the day. Who doesn't like that?"
"Me."
"Well, okay. You don't have to eat it then."
"Doesn't that go against the idea of what your entire job is about?" I asked with a chuckle as I thought about expanding Maddie's job description to include what we'd done last night.
"Are you saying that I can only make food in this kitchen that will pass your lips, Mr. Pierce?" she asked as she arched one eyebrow.
I couldn't help but smile. She really was unlike any other woman I'd ever spent time around. "I think we've moved past the Mr. Pierce thing, haven't we?"
She twisted her face and shrugged. "I guess we have, Eric."
"Good. Now can you explain to me what the French toast making is about?"
Maddie hung her head and didn't say anything for a minute. Finally, she sighed and turned to walk over to the sink to wash her hands. I waited for her to begin talking, but she didn't until she dried them and turned back around to face me.