Sex With The Maid: Two Men and A Lady
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GEORGE:
It was a little after ten by the time I swung around to Irene’s townhouse. Ben had said he
was only five minutes away, and I hoped he was right. Irene was going to need her cousin that night of all nights.
There were a total of four people who came to welcome her back, not including the staff. They all looked like bloody captives, eyeing the door, but were too afraid to take any steps
toward it.
“Welcome sir, may I have your coat?”
“I’m fine mate. I won’t be staying long,” I told him, clasping my hands on his shoulder and looking for anything to get me drunk fast enough to forget this cluster fuck already.
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Irene and I weren’t close at all, but she frequently brought her ‘friends‘ to my restaurant to show off that she knew me personally. As long as she enjoyed the food, I didn’t give bloody hell, either way. My plan was to watch Ben struggle to make small talk and then sexually frustrate him across the crowd until he’d make up some bollocks scheme to leave, but that was no longer a possibility. Shame.
Drunk sex would just have to do.
“Pardon me, are you the keeper of the alcohol?” I spoke to the server at the bar cleaning glasses.
“I’ll bring some now-” She whipped around, nearly tripping over her own feet as the glass in her hands dropped to the floor. Catching her, I held her still. “You all right?”
“I’m so sorry!” she gasped out, brushed back her auburn hair before bending down to pick up the shattered glass.
“Thanks, but I got it,” she said when I bent down to help her.
“I’m a professional at broken dishware.”
“Oh really? This happens a lot?” She snickered, glancing up at me, and at the same
moment, I looked at her. Our faces were barely an inch apart.
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Her hazel brown eyes were stunning as she stared at me in shock. They were warm brown in the center and seemed to have this honey–colored hue toward the edge.
“Sorry,” she said again, backing away and standing up. “I’ll get a broom.”
Just like that, she escaped. I couldn’t look away from her. I didn’t want to. However, because the master of the universe loved misunderstandings, that just so happened to be the same moment I saw Ben standing at the door. He had no expression on his face, which meant he was doing his best not to let anyone know what he was feeling or thinking.
He stared at me once more before walking toward the kitchen.
Angry sex it is then, I thought to myself as I reached over the bar and
helped myself.
BERNARD:
“You cut your hands again?” I heard a maid speak when I stepped into the kitchen. The caterer and his staff were all just sitting around, either eating the food they were supposed to be serving or mesmerized by their phones.
“It’s fine. I dropped a glass. I really need to get back and clean it up before someone gets hurt,” the woman I knew to be Ms. Lannistersaid. She taped a bandage on her finger before taking the broom from the other woman. When Irene had asked me for the number
of my cleaning service, I never thought she’d be here..
“Yes, because it’s so crowded they won’t see broken glass,” the other woman mocked. “All
that work today for this?”
“I feel bad; she really wants this to go well-
“No. Don’t feel bad for people like them. They’d never feel bad for you. They think the world is centered on them; it’s good when God reminds them that they are human too.”
“Get back to work!” I hollered when stepping farther into the kitchen. “Or are you all just being paid to sit around? There are guests outside who need food and drinks. Go.”
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Jumping up, they ran one by one, with the exception of Cerci, who face was more annoyed than I’d like to admit.
“That means you too, Ms. Chapman.”
“Of course, sorry. Irene–Ms. Monrova is in her bedroom. I brought her food, but the door is locked-”
“Okay.”
Nodding, she started to walk out, but for some reason, I reached out and grabbed her arm.
beautiful even, in a strange way, but I didn’t understand why Wes was so obsessed with her. Beautiful women were a dime a dozen in our city.
She glanced up at me, and I had to admit she was pretty
“I’m sorry. Do you need anything, Mr. Stark?” she asked, not afraid at all. In fact, it felt like she was chjonging me.
“You say ‘sorry‘ a lot.”
She nodded again. “It’s weakness for most people. If they’re angry or upset and you say sorry quickly, they automatically relax. Smiling does the same thing apparently, but I’m not very good at that.”
That was a lie. Only two minutes ago she had been smiling at Wes.
“Do I look relaxed?”
“Not even a little bit, Mr. Stark. But since I haven’t done anything, and I’m currently not working for you, I’m sure you can’t be angry at me. So can I get my arm back or would you like to intimidate me some more?” She held her head up high at me.
“My apologies, Ms. Chapman. I did not mean to intimidate you,” I said overly politely, releasing her arm.
“Yes, you did. It’s all right though, because it didn’t work.” She smirked before shaking her head and walking off. I couldn’t look away. I felt like I had lost in that altercation; she had gotten the last word, and it bothered me.
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George and Bernard 2
Wes stepped out into the hull dininiting his glass of brandy. He didn’t look at me. He ditt even seem to realize I was there, but I knew him better than that. He was a nosy somal bitch, and he had most likely heard all of that.
“Mr. Clement, it’s good to see you again.” I said, reaching out to shake his hand.
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“Likewise. Sadly I can stay long. Please give your cousin my regards. Nextttiinesite comes to Wes Billl, it’s on me,” he replied, shaking my hand before turning to Nir.Hoste and leaving.
“Tell the guests to go, Foster. This has gone on long enough,” I told him. Healing up th stairs. I can see the tray (Cerci had left out. She had thoughtfully covercaillttite food with plastic wrat, even the water.
“Trene, opem up. it’s me,” I said while knocking on the door.
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le, if you don’t speak, I’m going to think you’re either deadlanding and have t Bit down the dition.”
“Gronway!” she screamed, throwing something against the waill.
Theme, you are not a kid. I get it, you’re upset, but can’ttheillyoudont let me in,” suit. When
e still didn’t answer, I sighed, taking a seat against verdinor and reaching en her tray of food.
Wine Till wait. You know how I just love eating cold pasta““Iljjoked, peeling back the wrapper and stuffing the penne in my mouth. I hadhiteattenaillday.ledidn’t really trie taste it after a second, but the aftertaste was left immyminuth.Bither I was far too use toenting Wes‘ food, or this was just plain horribile::lwasnitt sure.
“One positive thing about no one showing up is that you didnt subjugate them to this reached for the water when she opened the duon.
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