Page 2 of Good Girls Like it Dirty
She smoothed her hand over her shirt and pants. A dangerous sparkle gleamed in her eyes. “For your information, Monsieur, I had finished cleaning and thought I was alone.”
“Is this how you reward yourself after completing a job?” he asked, hoping to dispel some of the tension. Images of her playing with herself in his bed flooded his mind, and he willed them away. He’d make good use of them later, but getting rid of his boner was already a tough task.
Her expression softened, and she sized him up. “Why? Would that make you come home early more often?” she asked in a sweet voice, and he wondered if she meant it as an invitation or if the French beauty mocked him.
“It’d be a good incentive.” He closed the gap between them, easily towering over her. She worried her bottom lip. Those plump, kissable lips belonged around his cock, with her sinful tongue licking him, lapping at his flesh with abandon. The image shot another arrow of lust through him, and he wrestled his own desire to keep upright. “Don’t you think?” he said, his finger grazing her cheek.
He felt her tremble under his touch. Oh, yeah. Encouraged, he traced the line of her delicate jaw with the tip of his finger. Zings of awareness shot up his wrist and arm. She kept her gaze locked on his. Specks of gold flickered in the depths of her darkening green eyes. He broke the stare as he glanced down her neck, and to his satisfaction, the main vein in her graceful neck pulsed. “You called my name when you touched yourself. Why? If you didn’t know I was in the room.”
“I…” She opened her mouth, but hesitated.
He slid his finger to her neck, feeling the power of her pulse. She wanted him. Why was she holding back? “I can take you to bed and we’ll finish what you started. Just say the word,” he said, adamant on ensuring she knew he wouldn’t push her.
“I’m flattered, but I can’t,” she said, then repeated it louder, as if she needed to hear it herself. “I can’t.” She pulled away from him, stepping back then circling around him, heading for the door.
“Why not?”
She turned around and gave him a mischievous smile. “Please don’t follow my lead and touch yourself in the fresh bedsheets. It’d be a shame to stain the two thousand count threads.”
A wave of heat moved across his face, a feeling he had never experienced before. Was he…blushing in front of a woman? She marched out of his bedroom, and he followed her. “Wait. Are you just going to leave?”
She came to a halt and tossed him a glance in the hallway. “Yeah I’m done, Monsieur. When you pay me through direct deposit, make sure you add a fat tip for gawking shamelessly at the help. See you next week,” she said like it was no big deal and sauntered away.
He stood there, looking as her curvy backside swayed from view, wondering what the hell just happened. His cell phone pinged again. Annoyed, he fished it out of his pocket and glanced at the text message from Doug with the time of the dinner later on.
Yeah. He’d go out to forget about the naughty naked maid on his bed, but first he’d have to take a cold shower.
…
“Monique, how are we doing?” Paula asked, popping her head in the kitchen.
Monique glanced at the tray of smoked salmon canapés. “I’m just about to bring these out.”
Paula tossed her long brown hair to the side. “Good. I worried tonight would be a disaster,” she said dramatically, and when she gestured with her hands her Tiffany bangles shook.
“Not a chance,” Monique said. Hours earlier, her client had called to beg her to come over and wait a dinner. Apparently, the catering company she’d hired bailed on her at the last minute, and Paula had been able to find a chef, but she still needed help to serve the food. Monique inwardly shrugged. No big deal. Hey, she was happy to take their money and do the work for them. The interesting thing about rich people was most of the time they didn’t think they could do trivial things on their own.
“What are you doing later tonight?” Glen, the chef, asked her.
Not you, that’s for sure.The five-foot-six cook with a pretentious curly mustache had some nerve to ask her out. He’d been eyeing her ever since she’d arrived to prep the canapés an hour earlier, even though they’d barely exchanged more than a few words. “I’ll be busy,” she said.
“All right. You’re a hard-to-get girl. I can appreciate that.” He lifted his hands in surrender, but his eyes didn’t leave her face.
She decided to ignore him and glanced at the tray of food she was carrying.
Hard to get?Glen wouldn’t have thought so if he had seen her sprawled on her architect boss’s bed earlier. Her afternoon had been far from ordinary. She’d cleaned the Cavanaugh house as usual, then for the first—or, okay, maybe the second—time, she’d touched herself on his bed. She wished she didn’t fantasize about him, but his strong physique and sexy lips intruded in her mind whenever she least expected it. It didn’t matter that he had shared the bed with his wife in the past. Monsieur Zaine was now a free man, even if not legally—his wife had left weeks ago, and in Monique’s fantasies he was finally available.
God. He had been available too when she’d first seen him gawking at her in his room with specks of fire gleaming in his gorgeous brown eyes. The fire of a man who wouldn’t hesitate to screw her.
Thrills of excitement moved through her, her nipples hardening against the pale pink uniform Paula had given her to wear. A small white apron was wrapped around her waist, and she’d chosen to complete the look with nude-colored pumps she’d bought on sale.
Monsieur Zaine… Fantasizing about him had been wrong and sinful. Her mom had raised her better than that.
A man fresh out of marriage.
A man who was older, more experienced, and…sexy as hell.
Her pussy clenched. No wonder she’d masturbated in his bed. It made her feel mischievous, and it addressed the tension stirring in her every time she stared at the family pictures in his house. One in particular: when he’d been jet skiing—she’d shamelessly stolen that one—with his chest fully exposed. The ridges and planes of his muscly pecs would make a bodybuilder jealous, and would make any woman with a vagina super wet.
