Chapter Two
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Alessia
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Crap.Crap.Crap.
Dripping wet—it was a mega cup of coffee—I make sure the pearls are okay before I head to the laundry room.Ugh, what a waste of a good beverage.
I do this all the time.Every single time I'm scheduled to clean the three billionaires' apartment, I take the pearls from their case and hold them tight and drink my coffee on that sofa.It's literally my ritual.
But I think the cleaning lady from before—the one who actually did clean—must have moved the coffee table an inch out of place.
That might be it, but I'm also a little off my game.Nothing visible, just a peek of a dark cloud hanging over my head.Maybe I'm missing Clover.
Maybe I'm missing home a little extra hard this week.I also didn't sleep much these last few nights.Next week I'll be totally fine.It's a cycle.That's all it is.
I strip off the dress, which is so very cute I made it my official uniform.Orange checkered fabric, short sleeves, huge pockets trimmed with a little lace, and it all comes together with a line of buttons from the lapel collar down to just above my knees.
My bra is soaked through and needs to go in the wash too, so I remove my panties as well, and they might as well go into the washer with them.
I pop them into the machine then take ten minutes to figure out how to work the darn thing.That done, I walk through their apartment to one of the en suite bathrooms.
Luckily, there aren't any cameras inside the apartment seeing as how I'm butt naked.I know this because I asked their PA when she signed the contract, to make sure that if they claim we broke something, video footage can prove otherwise, if we're innocent of course.
The PA laughed, reminded me whose penthouse it was and how no one would dare try to break anything in there if they knew what was good for them.So, no cameras inside the apartment.
The tall, leggy model-like PA made them out to be the mafia.Whatever.No cameras served my purpose even better.
I eye the magnificent oval tub in the center of the bathroom and the ginormous shower cubicle on the other side of the room.
Hmm....Decisions.Decisions.
I opt for a bubble bath.Why not?My clothes aren't going to be ready for another hour—I couldn't change the cycle and didn't know how to reset the thing—so I had time.Plenty of time.
Five minutes later I'm immersed in a tub full of bubbles.Not the floral fragrances I would have liked to scent the water with, but, oh, the mint and musk smell of the bubble bath I found is delicious, albeit very manly.
Is this what they'd smell like?
I close my eyes and sink down further into the silky water, their faces seeping into my thoughts and taking their usual place in my mind as I wiggle my toes.
