Again, the word “serve” riles something deep inside my chest when it’s expressed in conjunction with this woman.Yes, I want to see Angie serving, but I only want her to serveme– preferably nude, with her big breasts out, her cunt dripping, while on her knees.I don’t want her to serve anyone else because that’s not how I see my infuriating housekeeper.Hell, my guests should be servingher.
But Angie’s sassy voice brings me back from my fantasies.
“My dress is fine.Now, if you’ll excuse me, Mr.Masters,” Angie says in an arch tone, one hip cocked out to the side with one brow raised.“I need to get back to do my job.”
There’s a split second of silence and then I move without even realizing it.One moment, we’re glowering at each other, locked in a showdown to the death.The next, I have a big hand on the back of her neck and I’ve dragged Angela forwards before swooping down and plundering that plush pout with my lips.She gasps, but it’s perfect because those delectable lips part, allowing my tongue to sweep inside.
“I’ve wanted to do this a long time,” I rasp, pulling her close so that her wide hips are angled against my own.“Fuck yeah.”
She battles me for a moment, those small palms pressed against my chest.But then with a small moan, Angie’s hands slide up to lock around my neck, pulling me close against her curvy figure.Her breasts are smashed against my broad chest as I deepen the kiss.
“Yes,” I rasp.“Let me taste you, baby.You are so fucking irresistible.”
Angela moans a bit before kissing me again, this time allowing her tongue to touch mine.The intimacy is astonishing, and we both break away for a moment, gasping and panting as lust pulses in the air.
But before I can take things further, Angie’s big blue eyes flicker with horror.She comes to herself, and then pulls away like her life depends on it before darting out of the room, her hair mussed and cheeks flushed.I hear the pitter-patter of light footfalls as she runs off, clearly stunned by my asshole-ish ways.
But what did she expect?I’m Dominic Masters, billionaire extraordinaire who always gets his way.Of course, the current situation is rather unusual, seeing that a woman just ran off, leaving me with an aching boner.Groaning, I adjust myself because there’s no way I can go back out into the crowd with a piece of wood like this screaming for attention.
But damn.One kiss with the curvy girl was enough to set me on fire, and my cock could punch fucking holes right now.I want Angela trussed and naked, her creamy thighs spread wide on my bed as she smiles at me.But what’s a man to do?With another growl, I make for the door, but then stop in my tracks because somehow in her haste, Angela dropped one of her shoes.It’s a plain, black thing without even a hint of a heel.But somehow it fell off...and Prince Charming is just the one to return it.
5
Angela
“Is everything okay, hon?”Mrs.Goodyear smiles at me while chopping vegetables.“You’ve got something on your mind today.Did everything go well with the party last night?”
I snap out of my stupor, shooting a wobbly smile at the matronly chef.Mrs.Goodyear has grey hair, a rotund figure, and a white apron that covers her from shoulder to knee.Her food is to die for, and rightfully belongs in a Michelin-starred restaurant.Still, this isn’t the time to discuss her talents because I need to retrieve my shoe asap.
“Oh yes, everything went off without a hitch,” I say with a smile.“Nothing to report.I think everyone had a great time, and the caterers called me this morning to thank me for the business.”
Mrs.Goodyear chortles as her knife moves in an efficient blur.
“Oh yes, Mr.Masters is very generous,” she says.“He likely put a fifty percent tip on the tab, and everyone walked away happy, from the lowliest busboy to the man behind the bar.It’s lucrative to work for Mr.Masters,” she confides with a wink.“In fact, that man is generous to a fault.”
I stare, a bit surprised.
“Really?That’s so interesting.”
Mrs.Goodyear nods, her knife still flying in a blur.
“Yes, Mr.Masters is definitely good people.He hired me right when he bought this apartment, so it’s been fifteen years now!I cook whenever he’s in town, but when he’s not, I still receive full pay and benefits.Plus, he always gives the staff a nice holiday bonus.Again, it’s good to be in Mr.Masters’ employ,” she winks.“An honest man, he is.”
I nod again because this is interesting information.Dominic Masters is a billionaire, so he has plenty of money at his disposal.Yet so many people with money are actually penny pinchers who would never go out of their way to help someone with less.But it seems that my employer is of a different stripe, and the commendation of a servant who’s been in his employ for fifteen years is valuable indeed.Respect for the alpha male grows in my chest.
“I see,” I murmur.“Thank you.Will Mr.Masters be coming home for dinner today?”
Mrs.Goodyear glances at the clock.
“Yes, he said he’d be back at six or so which means I need to speed this up!Mycoq au vintakes a while, and I want it hot on the table the moment he walks in the door.The boss deserves the best,” she chuckles.
“Perfect,” I say with a nod.“I’m just going to check up on some other things before he gets back.If you’ll excuse me.”
But Mrs.Goodyear is already back at the stove, stirring something as the heavenly smell of spice fills the air.I breathe deep, smiling, and then step out of the kitchen into the cool hallway.Goodness, that was certainly illuminating!Who would have thought that my new employer was so generous?But now, I have a few hours before Mr.Masters gets home, and I should use the opportunity to search for my shoe.
After all, I didn’t mean to lose it last night.Heck, I’m surprised that the shoe slipped off my foot because it’s a flat ballerina that I’ve had for years, and it’s never given me any trouble.But last night was an aberration because Mr.Masters took me by surprise and kissed me.One moment, we were in the middle of a tiff, and the next, I was pressed up against that hard male form as he kissed the daylights out of me.
I smile to myself while padding along the hallway.Dominic Masters can kiss, that’s for sure, because I found myself melting against his broad form like a teenager who’s never been in a man’s arms before.His cologne made me feel faint and heady at once, and when I opened my mouth, he swept his tongue inside, growling with approval.
