Chapter 4 Meeting
“You get paid to stare?”
She was wrong. It definitely could get worse. He was an asshole, with all the haughty confidence wealthy hot guys tended to have.
Unfortunately, she had definitely been staring.
Mortified at her own behavior, she blinked and forced a polite, service-person smile on before averting her gaze.
“My apologies. I was just surprised. They said the villa would be empty at this time. I’ll just come back—“
“Don't bother,” he waved his hand flippantly and sauntered toward the kitchen. “You're just the help. I’m sure you get paid enough to keep your head down.”
She swallowed the biting remark that sounded a lot like ‘and you’re just an asshole,’ and turned back to get the vacuum set up.
Murmuring drifted alongside the fading scent of booze. She glanced over at the pile of clothes and grabbed the laundry bag again.
“Quit it.” The woman’s voice was soft and coy. “I have to go.”
“If you did, you’d be gone already,” Dorian rumbled.
She yelped; something clattered to the floor.
“I think you like it.”
Lydia rolled her eyes. The moan that followed was real; she’d heard enough of them dealing with all the men her roommates brought back. The woman at least had the decency to sound like she was trying to be quiet.
“Oh, my—Dorian, you—“
She yelped again, and then it was off to the races. Literally from the fast rhythmic thumping and wet slapping sounds.
“I really have to—fuck!”
“Same problem.”
Lydia grimaced at the churning nausea and the tremor in her hands. Another figure, this one slinky and unabashedly naked, came down the stairs. She didn’t even glance at Lydia, tossing her damp hair as she headed toward the kitchen.
“Now, that’s just not fair… starting without me…”
“Let me kiss it better,” he purred. “Since she’s got to leave soon…”
Lydia headed down the hallway away from the kitchen toward the bedroom on the first floor and stripped the bed. She kicked the sheets and blankets into a heap and grabbed all the trash.
A few minutes later, she was stuffing a load of sheets into the washing machine. Their moans grew louder and more obnoxious, whether they were doing it on purpose or not.
She headed upstairs to strip the other rooms at double the pace, hoping she could either make enough noise that he’d request her to come back or she’d completely tune out their hedonism.
With her luck, it would probably be the latter.
This was exactly what the fuck he needed before having to go deal with the Knoxes. The bob groaned and whimpered, mumbling something about needing to go, but she pushed her ass back into every thrust, still just loose and slick enough from the night before to take the full length of his cock and melt in a heap on the counter.
The other woman had her tongue on his neck, her hand in the bob, pulling her head back, making her arch into him.
“Don’t go easy on her,” she purred. “You know she likes it harder, the little slut.”
He shivered, remembering how the bob had cried out, calling herself a slut, riding Dorian’s cock until her eyes rolled back. He turned his head, thrusting his tongue into the other woman’s mouth, chasing the lingering taste of mint on her tongue. She smelled a bit lemony from the soap he had stocked in every bathroom. The bob cried out again, her breathing turning pitchy and sharp as he thrust harder.
The beep and chime of the washing machine drifted down the hallway. The soft thumps of whatever the help with the big, dark eyes and smooth dark caramel skin was throwing down the stairs followed. The bob wailed as he slammed her into the counter. The other woman pulled her head back.
“Don’t act like you don’t like it.”
“I really—“
Then, her phone fucking rang. Her ass clenched so tight around him, he choked. She shrieked and shuddered, legs trembling, squirting down her legs. The woman beside him chuckled softly and let her head go. Dorian caught her around the neck, keeping her from bashing her face on the stone. She reached blindly for her clutch.
Dorian chuckled and leaned forward, grinding into her, holding her jaw, and riding her through the orgasm.
“You want to answer, you’re going to have to let me go, or I’ll think you want another round.”
She whimpered, soft, sweet, and pleading. Slowly, she relaxed enough for him to pull out without hurting her much. He stepped back and patted her ass.
“Didn’t you say you liked an orgasm once a day?”
She bit out a laugh, still leaning on the counter. He nipped at her shoulder.
“Catch your breath. Think you’ll make it?”
She chuckled. “Not in a good state.”
He helped her to the couch to get her bearings, then spun the other woman and put her on his dining table. He swept everything off the table, grumbling.
“Fucking bullshit maid service.”
She moaned, low in her chest as he dove in, feasting on her mouth and slipping the condom off. The bob, oh-so-graciously, dropped another beside her head and tipped up for a kiss.
“Hope to see you around.”
He grabbed her ass and kissed her again, licking into her mouth.
“Looking forward to it.”
She beamed, rosy-cheeked and sashayed out as the roar of the vacuum cleaner carried down the stairs, echoing and effectively killing his mood.
He looked down at the woman and drew a long line down between her breasts. He pinched her clit briefly before plunging his fingers into her pussy in a quick, wet squelch.
“Stay put. I’m going to put out the help.”
She giggled and didn’t move. He turned away and took the steps two at a time. The maid was in one of his guest rooms, sheets tucked under her arm, pushing the vacuum across the floor in long, even passes.
It was fucking stupid since he only had tile floors.
“Pack up. I need you out. Now.”
She stopped, dropped the bundle of sheets in the corner, and pulled the vacuum’s cord out before grabbing the tablet, perched on the nightstand.
“I will pack up and be gone within ten minutes. If you could fill this out—“
He snatched it from her hand and flicked through the pages, skipping the survey and the tip page before thumbing one of the dots as soon as it got to the end. The page took its sweet time loading. The maid didn’t linger to watch him. He flicked his gaze across the room to watch her crouch down and roll the cord up, grab the bundle of sheets, and close the window. When the last page finally fucking loaded, he tapped ‘complete’ and dropped it on the dresser.
He ducked into his room to dispose of the condom he had and grab another he could trust, hidden in the safe in his closet. When he headed back downstairs, the maid was gone, and the woman was still lounging on the table. She bit her lip and spread her legs, crooking a finger at him.
