I recently began watching Devious Maids and I was quickly addicted. One of my absolute favourite couples on the show is Mr. Spence and Rosie, so I knew I had put them on paper! On the TV show we mostly see events through maid's point of view, but I would definitely like to see things from Mr. Spence's eyes some more, not only because he has such lovely eyes, but because of he can see the beauty in Rosie's soul.

My Fair Maiden

Written by: The Pakora Princess

Chapter 1 – First Sight

The corners of Spence Westmore's eyes crinkled with amusement after hearing the response of the latest candidate for housekeeper, Rosie Falta. Her understanding of English idioms from what he could tell was pretty limited.

"No Rosie, when I said I was all ears, I meant that you had my undivided attention," Spence explained with a chuckle. He was sure that she was accustomed to having just about anyone's undivided attention whenever she walked into a room, he thought to himself. He wouldn't admit it aloud, but he found her to be extremely beautiful.

She had a sweet heart-shaped face, framed by unruly tendrils of dark chestnut brown hair that refused to remain in its French braid. Her warm coffee coloured eyes were fringed with long curly lashes and her skin was smooth and was the same shade of caramel. Spence could tell that she had an incredible body, even though the outfit she picked out for their interview did its best to cover her curves up. He was actually surprised with himself at how physically attracted he was to her.

"Please tell me about your previous experiences as a housekeeper." Spence continued the interview nonchalantly, leaning back in the Vanguard recliner as he flipped through her resume.

With a curt nod she started off listing off her duties with her previous employers, as she nervously played with a wayward wisp of her hair. Spence listened intently to her as he skimmed over her references, which were overwhelmingly glowing. It appeared that all her previous employers loved her work ethic, sunny disposition and cooking abilities.

He was very familiar with her last employer, Ida Myers. Ida was tough old bird, who was the main casting director for his soap opera, Love Affairs. She was retiring and moving to Miami with her new girlfriend and couldn't convince Rosie to come along with them. Ida knew that Westmores were having trouble with keeping a housekeeper and suggested that Rosie would be perfect fit for their new family. She praised Rosie for her warm and easy going nature and her special ability to pinpoint the goodness in even the most horrible of people.

"Even Peri," Ida had muttered loudly under her breath. Spence politely pretended that he didn't hear the pointed remark against his wife as he took down Rosie's cell phone number from Ida. He was just happy to get solid recommendation for a new housekeeper.

Holding onto a housekeeper was becoming a challenge for Westmores. Peri's ego had grown considerably larger after she appeared in three movies and she was becoming a difficult person to be around. Past maids could not keep up with her abuse along with their young son's needs and Spence was almost at the end of his rope. He desperately needed someone to bring order to his household.

"Excuse me? I'm not sure that I heard you correctly," Spence coughed out. "Did you just say that one of your duties was to give Ida Myers bikini waxes?"

Rosie looked down into her lap and nodded timidly.

"Yes Mr. Spence, I did say that." Rosie confirmed. "Ms. Ida did not feel comfortable going to the spa anymore and I was just doing my job."

"Well, no one can say that you aren't dedicated to your job." Spence stated with a smile. "You sound like a wonderful housekeeper."

"Thank you Mr. Spence," Rosie replied, easily returning his smile.

"Well your credentials are exceedingly good, no one can fault you on housekeeping skills," Spence asserted with another smile. "How do you feel about taking care of children? We were looking for the housekeeper to take on nanny duties as well."

"I love children, I would be happy to take care of all your kids for you, Mr. Spence," Rosie answered enthusiastically.

Spence laughed at her at her wording and at her eagerness, finding it completely charming.

"There is only the one you would have to take care of. We have only one son, Tucker. He's three months old and already quite a handful," Spence clarified after he settled down from his laughter.

"May I see him?" Rosie asked, pointing to the small portrait that sat on the side table next to his recliner. Spence nodded, handing over the picture of Tucker to Rosie.

"Dios mio, he is such a handsome boy," Rosie beamed, lovingly holding the portrait of Tucker in her hands. "He will break all the ladies hearts when he grows up!"

Her look of bright admiration quickly turned to longing and then suddenly it turned into sadness and Spence could see tears gleaming in her big brown eyes.

"Rosie, are you okay?" Spence asked in a gentle voice.

She looked up and quickly brushed her tears away with the back of her hand.

"I'm so sorry Mr. Spence, it's just seeing your son at that age reminded me of my own Miguel when he just a little baby," Rosie explained, the blush in her cheeks deepening. She didn't intend to cry openly at her first promising interview.

"We would have no problem with your bringing your son with you. We definitely have the space." Spence offered easily.

"That's really generous of you Mr. Spence but my Miguel is back in Guadalajara with my mother." Rosie answered. "I am trying to earn enough money to bring him over to America."

"What about Miguel's father? Are you both working to bring him over?" Spence asked, since he couldn't curb his curiosity with this particular applicant.

"My husband Ernesto was killed by the drug cartels back home. After he died I knew that I needed to leave and make a new life for me and Miguel," she responded quickly, hoping that she could avoid this wave of sadness coming over her once more. She provided a watery smile for his benefit.

"I'm really sorry hear that, Rosie," Spence sympathized, his admiration for this incredible woman growing. She had led a rough life but she still managed to plaster a bright smile on her face. "It couldn't have been easy to leave all you know and love behind to make a new life."

"That's true Mr. Spence, it's why I couldn't go to Miami with Ms. Ida. I've already put down some roots here and made some truly good friends," she acceded with a nod. "It would be so hard to start all over again, that's why I really need this job."

She pleadingly looked up with her big brown eyes and Spence held onto her gaze longer than what was appropriate. There was something about the energy between them that subtly changed. Rosie coughed, breaking the spell that was between them.

"Well there's only one more question that I have for you. When can you start? The job is yours," Spence finally decided as he held out his hand for a handshake. He had heard enough, she was certainly the most qualified for the tasks at hand and she was completely delightful. He was confident that she was the perfect woman...for the job.

"Thank you Mr. Spence! You won't be disappointed!" Rosie exclaimed, clasping his hand. She didn't know why but she felt a jolt of electricity when their fingers touched. She ignored the sensation and smiled up at him as she released his hand.

"Rosie, I'm sure we won't" Spence agreed.