One Maid (Breaking Bounds Book 6), page 1
One Maid
Breaking Bounds
Book 6
B.L. Brooks
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1. Maggie
2. Derek
3. Maggie
4. Derek
5. Maggie
6. Derek
7. Maggie
8. Derek
9. Maggie
10. Derek
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Derek
The new girl poses a problem.
A hell of a problem.
I knew it as soon as I opened my front door, expecting to find a short and squat middle-aged woman named Maggie who’s here to help out around the house.
Not at all was I prepared for a stunning redhead with lush pink lips, pale skin and hazel eyes that reveal every emotion.
The girl is too young, too sweet for me to work without distraction. Having her nearby on a daily basis in those tight clothes and forced to keep my hands to myself? Impossible.
But I won’t go so low as to fire her just because I want the sweet girl.
No, I’ll just keep my distance til she screws up…
And then I’ll get what I want.
For good.
1
Maggie
Starting a new job for the fourth time in three years feels like a bad omen. But I need to save money and to do that, I need a job. Cleaning houses isn’t part of my dream in life but my best friend Sara handed me this gig on a silver platter, and you know what they say about beggars and choosers…
I don’t know what’s expected of me or what kind of man I’m going to work for, at least not really. Sara says he’s rich and gorgeous and needs someone to clean his house. Seems too good to be true. But if it’s that simple and straightforward, I’ll be able to save money in no time at all.
The final bus on my journey stops and I step off, looking left and right as the bus departs. I glance down the street and consult the map app on my phone. It’s a straight walk but it’s going to take some time so I call my bestie.
“Do you know what time it is?” Sara growls into the phone.
“I sure do. But remind me why I ever listen to you?” I joke, somewhat serious though. I don’t know what I’m getting myself into.
“The job is legit, I swear. I mean, I would’ve taken it myself considering I’d love to get up close and personal with Mr. Banks. Did I mention he was super hot and incredibly rich?”
“You did,” I answer with a smile as I walk along the street towards my final destination.
“Right, but Dad won’t fund my gap year if I don’t spend the summer with Aunt Sabrina and help her recover from the face lift we’re pretending is nothing more than a mole removal.” Sara groans. “You’ll love the job, I swear. Dad always speaks highly of Mr. Banks.”
I roll my eyes at that. “Your father speaks highly of people with a high net worth and the right connections. That says nothing of his character,” I remind her.
“Hello, did you forget the hot and rich part?”
I laugh. “I’m glad the man paying me has money as that means my salary will clear every week, and everything else is irrelevant.”
“Ugh,” she sighs. “You’re no fun Maggie. Live a little. Flirt with a billionaire and steal a pair of his boxers!”
“Ew, why would I do that?!”
“To see what billionaire junk smells like? I don’t know,” Sara laughs, entertaining her own self. “Just clean the house, show off those great tits and see what happens!”
“Even though you’re annoying right now, I’m going to miss you this summer.”
“Same, babe. At least you have a nice view and maybe you can lose your virginity. To a billionaire,” she sings the last part.
“Not happening.”
“You never know,” Sara shoots back. “Look, it’s a great paying gig in a beautiful home. Clean the house, make the money and lose your V-card. Trust me.”
“Famous last words,” I mumble. “I’m…oh shit, I’m here.” I end the call as my mouth goes dry at the sight of the mansion before me.
This place isn’t just a mansion. Oh no, it’s an estate complete with a ten-foot-tall iron gate, manned security office, walking gardens and who knows what else beyond the giant trees and manicured bushes. It’s gorgeous but it’s also so over the top that I’m not sure I belong here, not even to clean the place.
“May I help you?” The deep voice startles me and I look around to find the source. “Ma’am?”
A little black box to my left is the source and I press a small black button. “Hi, um, I’m Maggie. I’m supposed to report here at eight o’clock for my shift. I’m the new house maid.”
The man says nothing but a second later the gate slowly slides open to reveal a large man with muscles for days. He’s standing beside a golf cart. “Hop in. I’ll take you to the main house.”
The main house? As in, there are other houses on this property? Yep, I’m definitely out of my league. It’s a good thing I’m just here to clean. “Thank you for the ride.”
“No problem. Good luck.”
I take a deep breath and raise my fist to knock just as the front door opens and a gorgeous man in his forties appears. Even with a scowl on his face, he’s magnificent to look at with thick chestnut hair that’s slightly graying at the temples, powerful blue eyes and the kind of jaw that can cut glass. Sara definitely undersold me on the guy and his wealth judging by this estate. “Hello, I’m—”
“You’re late,” he cuts me short, standing back to wave me inside.
“I was here on time,” I mutter with more snark than is probably smart to use with my new boss. “I just didn’t realize it was a ten minute walk to the front door. I apologize.” The words are snippy and I don’t dare look back at his handsome face for a reaction.
He’s silent behind me and I’m sure it’s one of those rich folks’ power move to get me to look at him, but I can’t. He’s so handsome it’s making me nervous and being inside here makes me feel even poorer than I am. “Maggie.”
I take a deep breath and turn around. “Yes, Mr. Banks?” At least he knows my name.
“Follow me.”
“Right.” I have no idea where I’m going. I try really hard not to stare at his ass but since when do forty-year-old men have asses so tight you can bounce a quarter off it? Why is his button-up shirt clinging to his back muscles? Why does he have back muscles when he builds luxury resorts?
My head is spinning.
“Are you even listening to me?” Mr. Banks halts abruptly and I stop one step shy of running right into his mighty fine backside.
No.
“Y-Yes, of course. You want your bedroom and bathroom cleaned daily, but after ten o’clock. Fresh bedding three times a week and all of your laundry put away. Understood.” I flash what I hope is a smile and not a terrifying grimace.
His strong jaw clenches and his nostrils flare as if he’s angry with me, which can’t bode well. Now that I’m here, I want this job. No, I need this job. And if I can last at least six months, I’ll have enough saved up to figure out what I want to do with my life. After that, mom says I have to start paying rent so either way I’ll need money in the bank.
“So, I’ll be cleaning the entire house. Will I need to prepare your meals as well?”
He levels with me with those stunning eyes which are multiple shades of blue, starting with almost a sapphire shade at the iris and growing darker as it fans out. “I have a chef.”
I ignore his condescending tone and bite the inside of my cheek. “Okay, got it.”
“Wait here,” he orders and stomps off, leaving me standing in a random hallway.
Six months. I only have to make it six months. It’s what I keep telling myself over and over as I wait to see if I still have the job.
2
Derek
The new maid is going to be a problem. A big fucking problem.
I knew it the moment I opened my door, expecting to find a short and squat middle-aged woman named Maggie. I wasn’t at all prepared for a leggy redhead with lush pink lips, pale skin and hazel eyes that couldn’t hide a damn thing she was feeling. Even with her hair in a bun that shows off the graceful slope of her neck, a tight jawline and pouty lips, she’s beautiful as ever.
She’s too young and too sweet, and too fucking gorgeous for me to work around without distraction. And I need to work, dammit.
“I should make her wear a damn uniform,” I grumble into the quiet of my office, where I’m now hiding before I snap at her or drag her to the bedroom for something other than cleaning. I’m not a man accustomed to using restraint when it comes to what I want. If there’s a resort with potential and I want to add it to my portfolio, I do what i
Having Maggie in my house day in and day out, in those jeans and having to keep my hands to myself? Im-fucking-possible. But I’m not such a bastard that I’ll fire her just because I want her. No, I’ll just keep my distance until she screws up.
And then I’ll get what I want.
I pick up my phone and dial the office. “I need you to get here right away and break in the new maid.” I end the call abruptly knowing my assistant will make sure Maggie knows what is expected of her and what the punishment will be if she disappoints.
With that settled, I push Maggie and those sexy jeans from my mind and settle in to get some work done. Work is my focus and nothing ever distracts me from it. It’s how I became a billionaire before I turned thirty and it’s how I continue to grow my wealth and power every damn year. Not a young maid or even my dick will take my mind off the main goal, which is to make Banks Luxury the top name in resorts across the world.
I stop thinking about the new girl around and focus on my latest acquisition, a small island resort off the coast of New Zealand. It’s rundown, and I paid pennies on the dollar for it but I know misbehaving celebrities and monarchs will pay top dollar for the privacy it offers.
It’s going to be a black diamond resort in less than five years, at least it will be if I stay on track and ignore any and all distractions.
“What is it?” I bark when someone knocks on my door. I expect it’s my assistant arriving to talk with Maggie, so I don’t bother to look up as the door opens and a figure steps inside.
“Jonathan asked me to bring you lunch since you never stop and he’s busy prepping dinner.” Maggie’s words are stilted as if she’s afraid of me but when I look at her, her gaze is steady and strong.
“Well, what are you waiting for?” I grunt as she stands there holding the tray of food.
The quiver of her lips is the only sign of irritation I catch and it would be almost impressive if she wasn’t such a goddamn distraction. “Well, where do you want it, Mr. Banks? There’s not one inch of free space in here, never mind a spot large enough for this tray of food.”
Her annoyance makes me grin. People so rarely get edgy with me; it’s one of the privileges of extreme wealth and I have to say, this is rather amusing. “Yeah, it’s a mess around here.”
“I agree,” she says without a trace of humor. “Too bad Jonathan says I’m never to enter unless you invite me inside.”
Touche. I reach for a corner of my large mahogany desk and lift a stack of files before I motion to the now empty space. “There, plenty of room.”
She sets the tray down without sparing me another glance as she heads to the door. “Enjoy your lunch, Mr. Banks.” Her polite words drip with frustration.
“Call me Derek,” I tell her just before she closes the door a little too hard for my liking. But instead of fuming, I find myself smiling. What the hell is the new girl doing to me?
3
Maggie
Stepping inside Derek’s bedroom is always an odd sensation. The room is bigger than the two-bedroom apartment I share with my mother and that doesn’t include the walk-in closet or the beautiful bathroom. Each time I step inside his private space, I feel as if I’m intruding when I shouldn’t be. But it’s my job and I remind myself of that as I strip away the bedding that still smells like him. The reminder holds as I stuff the sheets into his bamboo laundry hamper and set it beside the door so I can take it with me when I leave.
There’s a specific order I do things to make sure I get in and out as quickly as possible even though Derek, as he insists I call him, is downstairs doing whatever kind of work a man like him does all day long. With the bedroom and laundry taken care of, I’ll hit the bathroom next and when I’m done in there, vacuuming is my final task and then that’s it. Derek’s personal space is free and clear of the likes of me.
It’s my fourth day on the job and I move around freely as I listen to an audiobook—it certainly helps the tasks seem less mundane. Not that I mind the job, because I don’t. As the only child of a working single mother, I’ve been cleaning, doing laundry and cooking since I was about eight years old but only now, I get paid for it so it’s even better.
My lips curl into a smile as I stare at the bathroom door, not because I have an affinity for cleaning bathrooms but Derek’s is straight-up immaculate. It’s decorated in shades of blue just like his eyes, which is disconcerting enough, but the tub is divine and the shower is perfect with glass walls and a waterfall showerhead that I’ve been lusting after just as much as the man whose scent usually lingers in the bathroom long after he’s gone. Today, I’m running a little later than usual since it took an ice age to dust the library, which lets me relax even more because there’s no chance of running into Derek.
I’ve been keeping my distance since day one considering I’d like to keep my job long enough to earn a full paycheck…and also because every glimpse of my boss only makes my silly crush on him stronger. I think about the guy all day and dream about him at night. It’s ridiculous, I know. But I can’t help it. Not yet.
In time, I’ll be able to laugh about when I crushed on my sexy billionaire boss.
Until then, I’ll stay as far away as possible.
I turn the brass handle on the bathroom door, ready to get to work but what I find instead both shocks and intrigues me. Derek steps out of the shower and the first thing I notice is his powerful legs, tan like he spends plenty of time outdoors and muscular as if he religiously works out. His narrow waist gives way to abs lightly dusted with short brown hair, but the whole picture comes into focus and I bite down on my tongue at what I see.
Holy shit, that thing is huge! Oh my god. I did not just have that thought about my boss. To his face.
Shit.
He’s staring back at me with an expression I can’t read and even if I could, I’m not sure I’d want to know. Nervous, my gaze slips from his face and down his chest and abs to the thick member trying to join the party…
But what party? You’re working, remember? My subconscious has joined the madness.
I risk another glance where I shouldn’t and yep, it’s growing. I lick my lips before I can think better of it. Don’t lick your lips again, I urge myself.
“Maggie,” he growls, and my eyes veer up to his. “Get out. Now.”
“R-Right.” I blink so fast that my vision blurs. “So sorry, Mr. Banks. I-I mean Derek.” I shake my head and turn away quickly, closing the door behind me before I rush out of the bedroom with his laundry basket.
I spend the next hour hiding out in what the staff calls the laundry room when really it’s a building, and try to erase from my mind the delicious, hot as sin sight of my boss in nothing but his birthday suit…
And I’m failing.
Big time.
4
Derek
Those lips. That thought of Maggie licking her lips has been repeating itself for the past three days. Fuck. Whenever I have a second of peace, all I think about is the way she just stared when I stepped out of the shower. The hunger in those hazel eyes, the rapid pulse in her throat, showed just how much she wanted me.
“Fuck.” The thought inevitably makes my cock hard the same way it did that very morning. I’m not a schoolboy who can’t control himself. Hell, I’m known for exercising iron control when needed, but her unguarded or appreciation was too much.
But if I’m being honest, it’s been days and I can’t stop thinking about her even though she’s made herself invisible. Everywhere I turn there are traces of Maggie, just no sight. The jasmine and lemon scent lingers in the hallways and rooms of the house. There are colorful fresh flowers in my bedroom and on the foyer table. Somehow, we keep missing one another but I’m no fool.
The girl is avoiding me. And by the passing hour, it’s growing to be an annoying distraction.
I should track her little ass down and just fuck her already. Slide into her wet heat and get her out of my system once and for all so I can fucking focus. I know she wants it but dammit, it’s complicated.
