as she thought about her.
The two people had been a constant in Hannah’s head for the last two years. Two years. And she was still thinking about them. She wanted to move on. She really did. But she didn’t know how to do that. She didn’t know how to let go of the past.
“How can someone move on from that?”
She was referring to her ex-boyfriend – Tyson Colbert. The Tyson Colbert. High-school baseball star, model and all-round prick. He left her for another woman. And not just any woman.
He left Hannah for her.
Jessica Weston…
Hannah’s stepsister.
Hannah smiled as she remembered how hard she slapped him after he told her. It was the one and only time she had hit anyone in her life, and it felt so good. She wanted to keep slapping him, letting out her anger, but she restrained herself.
Instead, she threw all of his belongings out onto the street…
From her fifth floor apartment window.
When she thought about that moment, she laughed.
Hannah was blessed with casual beauty - nice curves, a nice smile and a head full of bouncy brunette hair. But Jessica Weston was another class – she was model material… although she didn’t have much going on upstairs. Once, she asked Hannah whether the film ‘Independence Day’ was the reason why America celebrates the 4th of July. And another time, she asked her if Polish people come from the North Pole.
Hannah tried to contain her laugh as she wandered through Serene Willow to the mansion where she worked.
Once inside the mansion, Hannah went to the work board in the staff office and looked at what was listed for her to do this morning.
Mr. Maxwell stopped giving her the morning coffee run after a few minor failures, so she knew she would be in the house doing something rather than sent on any errands.
Being unable to do the jobs she had been hired for made her feel like she was letting him down, and she worried that he was going to reconsider his need to have her there.
She looked on the big scheduling board, found her name, followed it across to the day of the week, and read through the list of jobs she was to do for the day while making mental notes about each of them.
Today she was scheduled to clean the ballroom on the second floor. Mr. Maxwell used the ballroom for large meetings and work parties. Before any of these parties he always had the house deep cleaned. She overheard him planning the party when she was cleaning the hallway outside of his office the other day.
There was an asterisk next to the line that read, ‘Clean Ballroom.’ She followed it down to where there was an added note that said it was an urgent matter and should be completed before any of her other tasks.
She headed to the supply closet and got all of the cleaning supplies, including the floor waxer and buffer so she could refinish the shine on the floors.
An hour into cleaning, and she had managed to sweep the entire ballroom, dust and polish the furniture and move most of it out of the way so she could work on the floor. But as she was cleaning, she could feel a presence behind her.
Slowly, she turned and saw the tall frame of Mr. Maxwell, dressed perfectly in his tailored suit, his shirt unbuttoned enough to let Hannah catch a glimpse of his strong chest.
He stood tall, with his hands in his pockets, staring at Hannah with his beautiful eyes.
Judging her every curve.
Wanting it.
Hannah froze under his stare, stunned by his presence.
“Hello, sir…” she whispered as her heart raced.
“Hello Hannah.”
His silky smooth, confident voice sent shivers through her spine.
Oh my…
Chapter Two
"How can I help you, sir?" Hannah smiled and wiped the slight sheen of sweat from her forehead.
"What is going on in here, Hannah?" Mr. Maxwell seemed dumbfounded as he looked around the room. His attention had diverted from her body to the cleaning of the room.
"I'm deep cleaning the ballroom like my assignment
The two people had been a constant in Hannah’s head for the last two years. Two years. And she was still thinking about them. She wanted to move on. She really did. But she didn’t know how to do that. She didn’t know how to let go of the past.
“How can someone move on from that?”
She was referring to her ex-boyfriend – Tyson Colbert. The Tyson Colbert. High-school baseball star, model and all-round prick. He left her for another woman. And not just any woman.
He left Hannah for her.
Jessica Weston…
Hannah’s stepsister.
Hannah smiled as she remembered how hard she slapped him after he told her. It was the one and only time she had hit anyone in her life, and it felt so good. She wanted to keep slapping him, letting out her anger, but she restrained herself.
Instead, she threw all of his belongings out onto the street…
From her fifth floor apartment window.
When she thought about that moment, she laughed.
Hannah was blessed with casual beauty - nice curves, a nice smile and a head full of bouncy brunette hair. But Jessica Weston was another class – she was model material… although she didn’t have much going on upstairs. Once, she asked Hannah whether the film ‘Independence Day’ was the reason why America celebrates the 4th of July. And another time, she asked her if Polish people come from the North Pole.
Hannah tried to contain her laugh as she wandered through Serene Willow to the mansion where she worked.
Once inside the mansion, Hannah went to the work board in the staff office and looked at what was listed for her to do this morning.
Mr. Maxwell stopped giving her the morning coffee run after a few minor failures, so she knew she would be in the house doing something rather than sent on any errands.
Being unable to do the jobs she had been hired for made her feel like she was letting him down, and she worried that he was going to reconsider his need to have her there.
She looked on the big scheduling board, found her name, followed it across to the day of the week, and read through the list of jobs she was to do for the day while making mental notes about each of them.
Today she was scheduled to clean the ballroom on the second floor. Mr. Maxwell used the ballroom for large meetings and work parties. Before any of these parties he always had the house deep cleaned. She overheard him planning the party when she was cleaning the hallway outside of his office the other day.
There was an asterisk next to the line that read, ‘Clean Ballroom.’ She followed it down to where there was an added note that said it was an urgent matter and should be completed before any of her other tasks.
She headed to the supply closet and got all of the cleaning supplies, including the floor waxer and buffer so she could refinish the shine on the floors.
An hour into cleaning, and she had managed to sweep the entire ballroom, dust and polish the furniture and move most of it out of the way so she could work on the floor. But as she was cleaning, she could feel a presence behind her.
Slowly, she turned and saw the tall frame of Mr. Maxwell, dressed perfectly in his tailored suit, his shirt unbuttoned enough to let Hannah catch a glimpse of his strong chest.
He stood tall, with his hands in his pockets, staring at Hannah with his beautiful eyes.
Judging her every curve.
Wanting it.
Hannah froze under his stare, stunned by his presence.
“Hello, sir…” she whispered as her heart raced.
“Hello Hannah.”
His silky smooth, confident voice sent shivers through her spine.
Oh my…
Chapter Two
"How can I help you, sir?" Hannah smiled and wiped the slight sheen of sweat from her forehead.
"What is going on in here, Hannah?" Mr. Maxwell seemed dumbfounded as he looked around the room. His attention had diverted from her body to the cleaning of the room.
"I'm deep cleaning the ballroom like my assignment
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