Maid Service
Prologue
As I slumped through the door, desperate for my bed I noticed something was different, someone was here. This was my personal space, I brought nobody back here apart from my family and closest friends and I knew it was none of them, even as I stood there the soft subtle
scent of strawberries and vanilla permeated my nostrils, surely not the usual scent of a burglar or murderer? I shut the door behind me as quietly as I could, not wanting to give whoever was here the chance to acknowledge my presence. As I slunk through my penthouse, my
heart racing as I started picturing who was here and what was going to happen to me, I saw a soft glow coming from my lounge. I crept to the door and slid through it, at first glance nobody was there but as I stood, observing the room, the soft, gentle sound of someone
breathing deeply came to my ears. Walking silently behind the red cord sofa I peered over. The breathing was coming from a girl, her dark chestnut curls framing her face and flowing to halfway down her back, thick, black, dusky lashes brushed her cheek as she lay sleeping,
a soft pink blush lighting up her face as her pink rosebud lips lifted into a peaceful, contented smile. I followed her body down, surprised at myself for spending so long gazing at her face when I usually would have gone straight for tits and ass. She was petite and slim, long
graceful supple limbs coupled with a beautiful hourglass figure, her arms clutched to her chest in a protective pose, the swell of her breast protruding from above her flat stomach and tiny waist, leading down to her shapely, pert ass. She was magnificent, she was in my
forbidden place and she was wearing...a maids outfit?
I cleared my throat and she slowly awoke, looking up at me with deep, beautiful dark chestnut eyes, her look fearful as I came out with "Who the hell are you?".
And so it begins
Pacing the oak floors of his stately manor house he waited impatiently for the phone to ring. After traipsing around each floor he resigned himself to the fact that it wasn't going to happen any time soon and wandered into his bedroom remembering one of his mother's favourite sayings;
"a watched pot never boils".
Leaning casually against the window frame he looked contentedly out to the huge expanse of land that surrounded him, smug in the knowledge that he owned it all. Beautiful gardens bursting with colour and fragrance, a forest of different trees rolling up a hillside, the setting sun
creating an ethereal glow amongst the golden and amber autumnal leaves, setting the sky on fire and causing the lake to shimmer in the twilight, the slight breeze causing a ripple to break the surface and dislodge the water lilies that were amassing there.
He turned back to be faced with a far less pleasing sight; the bed unmade, the silken sheets rumpled, the pillows cast off the four poster bed and the hangings pulled down from where he'd try to pull back and put distance between them. The smell of sweat and sex still lingered in the air.
Last nights conquest had left a lot to be desired and he was regretting the choice to allow her back into his bed which she'd frequented too much he reckoned, she had been around too long. After all, he had a reputation to maintain, he chuckled darkly to himself, these people just don't
know how hard it is to be a professional actor and the most notorious playboy England has ever seen.
He turned away from the bed he kept just for sex in disgust. It was the only room he ever brought his women to, the only house in fact. Situated just outside London it was perfect to bring women back to without attracting too much media attention and also it meant that they couldn't
come turning up at his city penthouse, where he spent most of his time, begging for another ride.
Deciding to make his way to the library, he was just about to leave the room when the shrill ring of the phone finally broke the silence. Deciding to play it cool, he waited a few seconds, letting it ring before he sauntered over and picked it up, an irritating, nasal voice on the other end
purred "Edward?"
Sighing, just wanting this over with I replied "Tanya, I don't want you anymore" and hung up.
Damn! I should have probably handled that better, she's gonna bite my ass of at work tomorrow.