What is clear, at least from my point of view, is that nothing is going to happen. Elliot couldn’t be less interested, and that frozen smile on his face hasn’t melted yet.
For some reason, that thought brings a smile to my face. I don’t know the man at all, and I have no stake in the matter. However, for some reason, I don’t want them to be together. He seems too classy for this blonde broad. Then again, this whole situation is just weird. I glance at the door. Should I make a run for it? I can move fast. I could do it without them noticing, I think.
Then, my shoulders slump. I could get myself out of here, but what about my cleaning supplies? There’s a bucket of filthy water, as well as a mop, rags, and assorted cleaning fluids. I can’t just leave that here unattended.
Elliot takes Brina’s hands and puts them down firmly by her side. I can’t see his expression, but based on Brina’s pout, she’s starting to get the message. It’s about time.
“Brina, I need you to leave now. If you don’t, I will call Edwards, and if you don’t listen to him, I’ll call the police.”
Brina frowns, but then she giggles.
“Okay, boss,” she replies, giving him a mock salute. “You got it,” she says while sniffing a bit and then flouncing out of the office. Despite the rejection, there’s a gleam in her blue eyes. I know this woman hasn’t given up yet. She’s got her eyes on the prize, and she’s not going to let go until she’s got her claws into him.
Meanwhile, the man, Elliot, sighs, watching her go. His broad shoulders slump, and if I could see his face, I would probably see relief mixed with annoyance.
I nearly laugh at how the whole scene played out. How bizarre! Nothing like that has ever happened on a job before. Sure, there have been awkward moments when I’ve tiptoed by bedrooms where people were clearly having sex, but nothing like this. I just witnessed a scene from a third-rate soap opera, and it was pretty amusing.
But they can’t know that I saw, because obviously, it was meant to be private. Now, I still have the problem of leaving before Elliot realizes I’m here.
Bingo! He’s walking toward the door now. Finally, they’ll both be gone, and I’ll be able to finish cleaning. I’m still ahead of schedule. If he leaves now, I’ll still be able to leave early, provided Rebecca has no more assignments to dole out.
But instead of walking out the door, Elliot pulls it shut.
My heart pounds.
Oh shit. What do I do now?
I cower back against the wall. I’m not doing anything wrong, technically. I have permission to be here, after all.
But Elliot doesn’t come to stand by the suit of armor where I’m hidden. Instead, he walks purposefully to the desk and sits down like he belongs there. Like this is his place.
Realization hits me suddenly. That’s why he’s so well dressed. It’s because Elliot is the boss. This is his office. This is his house. Heck, his last name is probably Millbrook.
Shit! I should have left when I had the chance. The ultimate boss is right here, and I just witnessed an embarrassing scene between him and his would-be girlfriend. If he finds out, I’ll definitely be toast.
I’m starting to panic. I can’t get fired. I make good money at the maid service, and there aren’t a lot of jobs available in Millbrook. If I lose this position, I might not find a new one, and then my mom and I will really be screwed.
The door isn’t that far away. I can escape now if I do it quietly. The fact that it’s closed poses an issue, though. Well, I’ll cross that bridge when I come to it.
I swing my legs around so that I can start my crawl to the door. Suddenly, my foot hits something, it tips over, and the floor is suddenly covered with mucky water. I forgot my bucket was next to me.
Shit!
Elliot looks over, startled. Our eyes meet, and the connection is electric. I’m literally trapped in place by his stare.
This is the most attractive man I’ve ever seen, and I’m on my hands and knees in front of him, wearing a ridiculous maid’s outfit with my breasts practically spilling out of the neckline. Plus, I just spilled a bucket of dirty water all over his expensive floor.
Way to go, Kaylee.
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Elliot
Who is she?
I stare at the beautiful girl before me, and immediately, I begin to harden. She’s absolutely gorgeous with dark, curly hair piled on top of her head, pink cheeks, and a curvy body. Not only that, but her luscious mouth is open with shock as she stares at me, just as surprised.
She gasps and then scrambles forward on her hands and knees, trying futilely to use a sponge to soak up the water.