Dean smirked at the sight of Janie bending down to sweep up the dust. When they decided to hire a live-in maid, he and Roman had raised their voices right away about hiring an attractive woman. Seth had as always rolled his eyes at his two woman-hungry friends and just gone with whoever they wanted as long as she could cook and clean.
Janie was everything they could have hoped for. The house was clean and she always served a hot meal that tasted great. And she was a sight for sore eyes with her bordering to white, curly hair and big, bright blue eyes. A doll in human form. A doll Dean would love to play with.
"Looking good down there, Janie," he said.
She stood up with the dustpan in her hand and looked at him. He smirked at her and stepped closer.
"Why are you here?" He asked.
"To clean for you," she answered.
"Why do you put up with all our shit?" He asked.
"Because it's easier than what I was used to before. You have no idea where I'm from," she said.
"Tell me," he said.
"No," she said.
It annoyed him that she never told him anything useful. He loved that she rarely spoke unless being spoken to first but she was a woman who kept all her cards close to her body. It usually didn't take much for him to break and shape a woman into what he wanted but she wasn't playing along like other women he had met.
He reached for her hair and toyed with a lock of her curls. She stood her ground but he could see the shift in her eyes. She was aware of the danger and it made him twist a little, sickening smile.
"You're only here because we all want to fuck you," he said.
"So why don't you?" She asked.
"Do you want us to fuck you?" He asked.
"No," she answered.
He grinned at her and then finally let go of her hair, took a step back, and held out his hand to signal she was free to go. She did just that while he watched her ass in those tight, light blue jeans.
"I got a fucking boner waiting for you, Janie," he mumbled. "Say the word and I'll plant it to far up your ass that you can taste it."