“Fine. I’ll talk to you later.”
When I got to our suite, the housekeeping sign was on the door and the supply cart was parked in the hallway. Maybe this time, finally, it would be Mia. As soon as I stepped inside though, I saw a blonde in her mid-twenties dusting in the living room, a half-eaten cookie dangling from her lips. Her mouth opened and the cookie fell out onto the floor. Her eyes widened.
“You’re not supposed to be here,” she said, sounding horrified. “Oh, my God, I’m so sorry, we’ll be done soon.”
I held my hand up. “It’s fine. Don’t rush. I just need to grab something from my room.”
Her eyes darted to the bedrooms. My gaze followed hers. The door to my room was closed. I didn’t remember closing it. Maybe the other maid was vacuuming behind the door or something. As I started in that direction, the blonde was tapping on her cell phone.
“Sir!” she said, startling me.
I stopped and turned back. “Yes?”
“Would you like turndown service this evening?”
For half a second, I thought she was propositioning me. Like turndown service would be her pulling my sheets back and getting in with me naked. But she looked more nervous than flirtatious. “Sure.” I nodded. “Thanks.”
I started walking again.
“Sir!”
What the hell? At the door to my room, I took a deep breath and tried not to be a dick. “Yes?” I was less polite and more impatient this time.
“Would you like extra towels?”
I stared at her. “No.”
Opening the door to my room, I shook my head. That had been weird. I moved across the room quickly, relieved to see my watch still on the nightstand. The maid hadn’t even been in my room from the looks of it. My bed was lumpy, the covers pulled up over my pillows.
Wait a minute.
I had left the covers down.
I retrieved my watch and paused at the nightstand, studying the room. It didn’t feel like I was alone. Easing the watch over my wrist, I noticed that the covers seemed to shift a little. Definitely not alone. I swore I heard breathing too.
What the hell was going on?
Without hesitation I jerked back the duvet on the bed.
What I found beneath it shocked me speechless.
It was the maid. In her bra and panties.
And it was Mia Abernathy, stain-remover extraordinaire and lying little thief.
She screamed and scrambled further down under the covers, pulling a pillow over her semi-nakedness.
As if I hadn’t seen and touched every single inch of her curvy, wet, and willing body.
Here I’d been hoping to catch her off guard, and instead she had me completely astonished.
“What the hell are you doing?” I demanded. “Why are you in my bed?”
Another cry of shock came from the doorway behind me. The blonde was wringing her hands. “Oh my God! I tried to warn you, but he didn’t want extra towels.”
“James?” Mia asked, pausing in her quest to cover herself and staring up at me in shock. “What are you doing here?” She had gone completely pale, a light dusting of freckles visible on her cheeks.
I hadn’t seen the freckles on her cheeks before because she'd been wearing makeup the night we met. But I had seen the ones scattered above her breasts. Her high, luscious, and sensitive breasts. My cock started to harden with the memory and from being so close to her again.
That annoyed me and I laughed roughly. “Right. Like you don’t know. Like you just had no fucking clue that I was staying here with my friends and you had no intention of robbing me again.”
“What? Why would I rob you?”
“Drop the bullshit, Mia,” I said, pissed that she sounded so convincingly confused. She was a hell of an actress and that made me feel even more like a total idiot.
“How does he know your name?” the blonde asked.
I turned and glared at her. “Because she told me her real name, which seems stupid when you’re stealing from someone, but hell, I’m not the criminal mastermind here.”
“I’m not either!” Mia said, scrambling to sit up. “I didn’t steal from you or anyone else. I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“No? So you come back to my place, fuck me, then disappear before I wake up. And somehow my wallet and ring go missing with just the two of us in my apartment, but that wasn’t you?”
“Damn,” the blonde said. “You hooked up this guy, Mia? Don’t keep a secret like that, girl. Tell everyone. I would. He’s rich and hot.”
“Thank you,” I told her, giving her a wink just to piss Mia off and because I wanted to retain some kind of dignity. I didn’t think this could get worse, but it did.
Mia said, “It was just one night. It wasn’t a big deal.”
Yeah. Dignity fucking gone. Tossed right out the window.
I’d only been thinking about that night for the last five months but she dismissed it as no big deal. Awesome.
“Why are you in my bed?” I asked. I yanked the duvet completely off the mattress and dropped it at the foot of the bed. Her maid’s uniform was laid out there on the bench. “Let me rephrase that. Why are you in my bed in your bra and panties? Were you going to distract me so your friend could steal my watch?”
I hated to admit it, but she was distracting me. God, that was a lot of bare skin peeking out around that pillow she was clutching...
“Leave me out of this!” the blonde said, grabbing my attention. I turned to see her shaking her head rapidly. “I didn’t have sex with anyone or steal anything.” Then she wrinkled her nose. “Okay, I stole those cookies from your minibar. And I took a sip of Grey Goose. But it was just a sip.”
This was insane. I turned back to Mia.
She swallowed hard. “I just wanted to take a nap, I swear to you, James. I didn’t know this was your room.” She shifted on the bed and reached out for her uniform.
I got it first, swiping it off the bench and holding it up over my head. “Do you want this? Is this what you want?”
Her green eyes widened. “Yes. Give it to me. I can’t lose my job.”
“You should have thought of that before you took it off. Give me my ring back and I’ll give you your uniform.”
“What ring? I have no idea what you’re talking about.” She dropped the pillow she was clutching to her chest and held her hand out again. “Please? James, seriously. Please.”
Her tone had turned slightly seductive. My mouth went dry at the sight of her in a plain ivory lace bra and matching panties. Her tits were enticingly close to me, her hourglass shape making my mouth water. I remembered very well what it had felt like to be buried inside her heat while she made those soft sounds of encouragement. She had banging curves, and I had held on to those hips while pumping into her, hard.
I swore and lowered the dress.
She reached for it again.
I’d be damned if I let my dick do the decision making for me this time.
Turning on my heel, I kept the uniform firmly out of her reach. “I don’t think so. Just hang out here until your memory is jogged as to where my ring is.”
With that I left them both in the bedroom, slamming the door shut behind me.
Tossing her dress over my shoulder, I went to the wet bar and poured myself a giant glass of bourbon.