“So, this whole thing isn’t one of your kinks?” I ask teasingly.
Wrong question.
“What are you talking about?” She heads towards the foyer and retrieves a feather duster before grabbing some sort of weird glass vase decoration that I’ve never noticed before. It’s way too large, definitely not my style and suspiciously phallic shaped. I have no idea when or how it got there but I didn’t buy it.
I gesture dramatically with my arms up and down her body at the outfit she’s wearing.
Her brows raise. “Is that supposed to be a joke? You think that I’m wearing this uniform for what? To role play? Withyou?”she spits it out with a little more disgust than I would have preferred. “Why the hell would I be in here doing actual work if this was role play?” She points to the cart in the middle of the room that has a vacuum, a mop, bucket and various other cleaning supplies on it then rolls her eyes.
“I don’t know. Maybe you’re committed to the scene?”
“If I wanted to role play with you, a maid is not what I’d choose. Who dresses up like their actual job for sex? Would you dress as a lawyer?”
I rub at my jaw, thinking that through. I like that she’s thinking about it too. Now I’m interested. And so is my dick that hasn’t been able to stop thinking about her in months.
So, she’s a sex therapist, a sometimes model in music videos, and a maid. I swear nothing about this woman makes sense.
“No. Probably not. But what would you choose?” I ask before I can tell myself to shut up.
Her eyes narrow as she continues to clean, leveling me with a heated stare. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”
Hell yeah, I would.
I start picturing Rhiannon in a sexy nurse’s outfit, or maybe, as a police officer. Hell, she could literally put on anything, and I’d like it as long as I’m the one taking it off and fucking her afterwards.
I don’t know what it is about this woman that’s taken up rent in my mind. Usually, once I’ve driven the car, I have no interest in renting the same one again, but Rhiannon makes me want tobe a repeat offender… and now I can’t shut up with these idiotic puns.
“You know,” I step towards her but still leave enough space that she doesn’t feel cornered while she works, “you’ve been fucking with my career lately.”
She smirks but continues to dust. “Can’t blame me for that.”
I chuckle and move a little closer. “That’s where you’re wrong. Ever since your little court appearance, I’ve been off my game.”
“Hm…” she hums, her wrist twisting gently as it continues to work that feather duster delicately. I wonder if she’d like to experiment with it on her body. I wonder how hard it’d make her nipples to have those fragile, little feathers dancing around the pink of her chest.
“I take it you lost another one of your cases?”
I nod. “Yes, and not just any case. One that I should have won easily.”
“Shame.”
My eyes narrow at her. “Thanks for the sympathy.”
“I’m still waiting for an apology from you.”
That has my brows raising. “Why would I apologize toyou?”
She shrugs a shoulder. “I didn’t like the way you spoke about me in front of the judge. It was rude.”
I throw my head back and laugh. “Honey, that’s just work.”
“Maybe for you, but not for me. I lost sleep over that whole case. My family was worried, too.”
For a second I feel bad but then I repeat the mantra I’ve been telling myself for years when the guilt creeps in about the peopleI’m suing.It’s part of my job not to catch feelings or get too invested in any one case.
“And now, you’re here fucking withmyjob,” she says.
“I’m not messing with your job. I’m just having a conversation with the maid who’s cleaning my house.”
