right here.
His gaze darkens and lingers on my breasts, "Ah," his eyes refuse to stop looking even though he strains to turn his head, "Sorry to disturb your bath."
After the initial thrill of being seen is gone, embarrassment swoops in and the confidence I used to exhibit my body shrivels along with my open posture.
"Oh, Caleb, what is it?" I cover myself as best I can, wishing I could reach the towel. "I thought you wouldn't be back for hours."
He turns his head away fully now, while I stand to grab the bath towel off the rail and wrap it around myself.
"Don't be angry with me," he says, holding out his hand to help me out of the bath. "It's just…I brought a date home and she must have taken something before she left the bar. She's being sick in the kitchen."
So much for taking a break.
"What is with your taste in women?" I let go of his hand and walk into my bedroom, Caleb on my heels. "They either starve themselves to stay thin, or snort crap up their $1,000 noses."
"Yeah, yeah." He crosses his arms over his chest, and the curve of his biceps is not lost on me. "They can't all be as perfect as you, now can they?"
There's a momentary standoff.
"Can you clean her up or not?"
"It's my job. Of course I can."
"Good. And make sure she gets home. I can't deal with her bullshit right now. I don’t want her to still be here in the morning."
As gorgeous and generous as he has always been, Caleb can be such a spoiled brat.
And I can be a little abrasive with him, but we have an understanding.
He takes it because he knows I'm right.
"You can't deal with it?" my voice raises an octave, "Wait a minute, I am the twenty-one year old housekeeper, and you are the twenty-six-old investor, right? I didn't get us mixed up, did I?"
"Don't be mad with me."
He flutters his thick black eyelashes, and I want to kiss him and scream at him all at once.
"You can be such a child, Caleb."
"Hey," he frowns when I throw a cushion at him. "Yes, but let's not forget I am still the employer in this conversation." He catches my eye and winks, "So you better quit with the attitude."
A quick hand gesture shoos him out of my bedroom, but he hesitates, eyes resting on the swell of my cleavage.
"If you let me get some clothes on, I'll go and deal with your mess. I can't very well help the poor girl while I’m dripping on the floor in a wet towel."
He licks his lips, assessing my semi-nakedness, "Shame."
Damn him for flirting with me knowing he's way out of my league.
Ah, but I do so love the fantasy.
"Oh yeah?" I hope he is finally going to see me as more than the girl he's been flirting with since she turned sixteen.
"Aw…" he tilts his head and squeezes my bare upper arm, "What would I do without my Little Em?"
My heart plummets.
Yet again, he doesn't take the bait.
Damn.
Chapter 4
After clearing up the sick and organizing a cab for the young woman Caleb brought home, I pour myself a long glass of vodka and soda with four ice cubes and a slice of lime.
It's twelve thirty in the morning and I'm exhausted. "Time to relax."
Just before I turn go downstairs to my quarters, I glimpse Caleb staring silently from the staircase leading to the first floor where all his rooms are.
"Do you need something, Caleb? I'm just off to bed."
"Nope, just wondered if you'd like to catch up. It can wait."
"Catch up? I know what this is, you're bored because your entertainment for the evening is on her way home in a cab."
He shrugs and smirks irresistibly.
"You can come to my room if you like,” I state. “I was only going to read for a while before I collapse in a heap."
"Sounds great." Caleb runs down the stairs and joins me on route to my room wearing a vest, joggers, and a huge grin.
When I enter my room, I rest my drink on the bedside table and go to the en-suite bathroom he'd disturbed me in earlier, to change out of my maid's uniform into a pair of runners and a sweatshirt.
I brush my teeth, pinch my cheeks, and let my
His gaze darkens and lingers on my breasts, "Ah," his eyes refuse to stop looking even though he strains to turn his head, "Sorry to disturb your bath."
After the initial thrill of being seen is gone, embarrassment swoops in and the confidence I used to exhibit my body shrivels along with my open posture.
"Oh, Caleb, what is it?" I cover myself as best I can, wishing I could reach the towel. "I thought you wouldn't be back for hours."
He turns his head away fully now, while I stand to grab the bath towel off the rail and wrap it around myself.
"Don't be angry with me," he says, holding out his hand to help me out of the bath. "It's just…I brought a date home and she must have taken something before she left the bar. She's being sick in the kitchen."
So much for taking a break.
"What is with your taste in women?" I let go of his hand and walk into my bedroom, Caleb on my heels. "They either starve themselves to stay thin, or snort crap up their $1,000 noses."
"Yeah, yeah." He crosses his arms over his chest, and the curve of his biceps is not lost on me. "They can't all be as perfect as you, now can they?"
There's a momentary standoff.
"Can you clean her up or not?"
"It's my job. Of course I can."
"Good. And make sure she gets home. I can't deal with her bullshit right now. I don’t want her to still be here in the morning."
As gorgeous and generous as he has always been, Caleb can be such a spoiled brat.
And I can be a little abrasive with him, but we have an understanding.
He takes it because he knows I'm right.
"You can't deal with it?" my voice raises an octave, "Wait a minute, I am the twenty-one year old housekeeper, and you are the twenty-six-old investor, right? I didn't get us mixed up, did I?"
"Don't be mad with me."
He flutters his thick black eyelashes, and I want to kiss him and scream at him all at once.
"You can be such a child, Caleb."
"Hey," he frowns when I throw a cushion at him. "Yes, but let's not forget I am still the employer in this conversation." He catches my eye and winks, "So you better quit with the attitude."
A quick hand gesture shoos him out of my bedroom, but he hesitates, eyes resting on the swell of my cleavage.
"If you let me get some clothes on, I'll go and deal with your mess. I can't very well help the poor girl while I’m dripping on the floor in a wet towel."
He licks his lips, assessing my semi-nakedness, "Shame."
Damn him for flirting with me knowing he's way out of my league.
Ah, but I do so love the fantasy.
"Oh yeah?" I hope he is finally going to see me as more than the girl he's been flirting with since she turned sixteen.
"Aw…" he tilts his head and squeezes my bare upper arm, "What would I do without my Little Em?"
My heart plummets.
Yet again, he doesn't take the bait.
Damn.
Chapter 4
After clearing up the sick and organizing a cab for the young woman Caleb brought home, I pour myself a long glass of vodka and soda with four ice cubes and a slice of lime.
It's twelve thirty in the morning and I'm exhausted. "Time to relax."
Just before I turn go downstairs to my quarters, I glimpse Caleb staring silently from the staircase leading to the first floor where all his rooms are.
"Do you need something, Caleb? I'm just off to bed."
"Nope, just wondered if you'd like to catch up. It can wait."
"Catch up? I know what this is, you're bored because your entertainment for the evening is on her way home in a cab."
He shrugs and smirks irresistibly.
"You can come to my room if you like,” I state. “I was only going to read for a while before I collapse in a heap."
"Sounds great." Caleb runs down the stairs and joins me on route to my room wearing a vest, joggers, and a huge grin.
When I enter my room, I rest my drink on the bedside table and go to the en-suite bathroom he'd disturbed me in earlier, to change out of my maid's uniform into a pair of runners and a sweatshirt.
I brush my teeth, pinch my cheeks, and let my
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