Maid For Daddy: Please Me, Daddy: Book 3

by Brooks, B. L.

  Maid For Daddy

  Please Me, Daddy: Book 3

  B.L. Brooks

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  1. TIFFANY

  2. BRADY

  3. TIFFANY

  4. BRADY

  5. TIFFANY

  6. BRADY

  7. TIFFANY

  8. BRADY

  9. TIFFANY

  10. BRADY

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  TIFFANY

  I stand at the doorstep of this immaculate estate, feeling ready as ever for my interview with Mr. Garrison.

  I’m interviewing for an open position as his maid, which I certainly can’t deny the intimidation I feel as I stand outside these grand double-doors.

  I could use the structure here, the guidance that Mr. Garrison can provide me. He may just be the man to help me more than he could imagine… more than I could ever imagine.

  What I didn’t expect was to accept the job with let’s just say, more responsibilities than discussed, coming to find Mr. Garrison wants much more from me.

  More than I’m willing to give…

  I’m desperate for this job, but can I give him what he needs?

  Is he just what I need?

  1

  TIFFANY

  I’m damn well hoping I get this job today. Honestly, I’m desperate. It’s either I get the job, or I get to be homeless, but I’m not about to mention that to my potential boss.

  I ring the doorbell of this wildly huge mansion; let’s call it a fortress, but even that can’t describe the scale of this beauty seated on a vast green, well-cultured landscape. The estate is built from dark red bricks, followed by a cobblestone path leading you right up to the grand doors.

  I can barely remove my finger from the doorbell before a tall man opens up the doors, smiling awkwardly down on me; the butler I assume. I get the feeling he’s awkward, or just rather creepy. The man has gray hair, blue-gray eyes, and is wearing a gray suit to complement his well-built structure.

  Thunder rumbles in the distance so I quickly hurry inside. I’m not about to stand outside any longer and run the risk of getting poured on.

  No thank you.

  The weatherman said it was going to rain today but I was hoping I’d be lucky enough to beat it. I don’t need a single thing messing this opportunity up for me, even including a little rain.

  The butler remains standing at the doorway, staring at me as if he’d like to know why I just ran in here in the first place.

  “I’m here to see Mr. Garrison,” I say to the man.

  He stares at me for a second before giving me a silent nod, then begins to walk down the hall off to the left of the staircase. I quickly follow behind. I could easily get lost in this palace in just a split second.

  “Right through the door on the left, he’s waiting for you,” he says, without even telling me his name.

  Not one for small talk, I suppose.

  I imagine the butler has the easiest job, considering all he has to do is answer the door and a few small tasks now and then. I can only assume he mainly guards the entrance, filtering visitors in and out throughout the day. You would think he would be just a little more sociable.

  As I approach Mr. Garrison’s door, I turn the doorknob without even thinking, without even knocking, and walk right into a beautiful office with an even more beautiful man sitting behind a large, gray desk.

  He looks up at me, surprised as I just barged in his office… stupidly if I might add.

  I feel faint. I feel a lot more nervous than I did before now, seeing how handsome this man is, how white his teeth shine, how built he appears hidden under his suit that probably cost just as much as my childhood home. But then again, this man could seriously get anything he wants. His fortune is limitless, and I suddenly feel all the more self-conscience now that I realize just where I’m at right now.

  I immediately bring myself to consciousness and adjust my dress.

  “Ms. Harold?” He asks, raising an eyebrow at me as I go to take the empty seat placed before his desk.

  “Yes, sir, but please, call me Tiffany. I don’t prefer my father’s last name.”

  I bite down on my lip as I try to contain my nerves while smoothing out my dress that barely reaches my knees.

  “Tiffany, it’s a pleasure,” he says, giving me a warm smile that makes me grow weak just at the sight of it.

  “I’ve heard quite a bit of your background. I can’t say I haven’t done my research.” He grins at me, making me feel as if he knows more to me than I even know.

  I watch as his eyes shift from my long, brown hair and up to my blue eyes. He’s blatantly checking me out, and it’s clear as hell. His eyes slowly trace the length of my body; I feel as if he’s undressing me, which just so happens to be turning me on as I feel my nipples grow hard.

  I blush, trying to ignore the tingling sensation that I now feel as I’m sure he sees how aroused I am as he runs his eyes along my body. I can’t help it, but I’m nervous and worked up all in one.

  “I believe you’ll do just fine here,” he says, the faintest hint of a smirk crossing his lips.

  Did I just get the job?

  “That wasn’t much of an interview,” I reply, offering a sweet smile back to lighten my tone.

  “You haven’t asked any questions.” I add.

  His eyes brighten, twinkling a little brighter as I’m now wondering what’s running through his mind as he looks at me, questioning me as I’m questioning him…

  “Do you know how to clean, sweep, mop, and make beds?” He sounds bored intentionally, laughing at me.

  “Yes, I would say so,” I whisper, feeling uncertain that this is even right for me…

  He’s particular it seems, and if I had to guess, he’s rather particular about his living space and the people he chooses to employ within it. So I suppose landing this job should be a privilege… right?

  “Then, you have a job as my maid. I know it’s a large ground to care for, but I have a few other maids as well; you will meet the staff first thing come morning. I’m going to give you today to gather your items. Pick a room on the second level, and you will start first thing in the morning.” He states, giving me the feeling he’s not here to waste time with putting me to work.

  “I don’t have much of anything to bring... I’ve been going through some rough times as of late, but I can assure you, no troubles will follow me here,” I tell him, biting down on my lip again as my nerves have yet to subside. I once promised myself that I wouldn’t tell anyone of my struggles — especially not the man in charge of hiring me. However, I also didn’t think Mr. Garrison would employ me right here on the spot. It’s a surprise and a stroke of luck for me, that’s for damn sure.

  “I don’t care to know your past or t
he hard times you’ve fallen upon. I do care about where you’re heading now and how you will change your life by working for me. You will have a new life here, and it’s up to you to embrace it to follow a greater path in life. When I don’t prefer a path I’m heading down, I change direction. We are allowed to do that in this life, and that’s precisely what you will do now.”

  His words are firm, but I can sense the soft side to him. He’s being sincere, honest, something I haven’t felt from any man.

  “Thank you, Mr. Garrison. I appreciate this opportunity more than you know.” I smile up at him, feeling grateful to have a source of income again and not to mention, a roof over my head. It feels as if a significant weight has been lifted from me as I can see the bright light to a change, a wonderful change at that.

  “Now, I will take you up to the second floor so you can choose which room will be of preference for your time here. There’s a few rooms available with ample privacy.” He says, following with a sexy grin as if he knows I’ll need the privacy under his roof.

  He rises from his chair, striding out the room without a second to spare. I quickly jump up to follow behind, my heart pounding as I feel this place might be just what I need to turn my life around, and for good.

  2

  BRADY

  The second Tiffany barged into my office; I knew she was unlike the other maids I have around here, which is the exact reason why I hired her so abruptly. In the past, I’ve hired much older, wiser housekeepers, but I’m not even sure if I’ve hired her due to her work ethic, that I surely hope she has, or just due to her stunning features that make a man uncomfortable to be around.

  I love her smile, how happy she remains even though she’s down on her luck. There’s no need for her to tell me her troubles, but I can appreciate her honesty. I knew the job was hers the moment she walked in.

  Under the presumption of checking out her size for a uniform, I let my eyes rove over her body without an ounce of fucking remorse. I couldn’t keep my eyes from her succulent breasts, perky, as they keep hidden behind that tight white dress she decided to wear today; I can only imagine how soft they feel, how plump they are.

  There’s a light to her, and she teases me with those startling eyes without even meaning to.

  Standing outside the room she picked out, I can’t help but imagine what she does alone in her room…

  I immediately close my eyes tightly to rid my mind from the thought, certainly knowing an erection is well on the way with her by my side.

  It’s a good thing my wife, Doreen, isn’t here; she would notice the discomfort with having Tiffany around. Although, I barely care at this point, given the fact that I’m pretty fucking sure Doreen has been having an affair for some time now, but that’s for another day. She’s simply the least of my worries at this moment.

  “Are you with someone?” I ask, opening the bedroom door for her as we enter. The words slip out before I can even think, which would have stopped them from escaping in the first place.

  “No, there’s no one, I’m single… but that ring on your finger suggests you’re not,” she whispers, giving me a look that suggests she’s thought about us in some facet before I decided to bring it up.

  “You’d be correct. I’m just always sure to check with my new hires when it comes to relationships; I wouldn’t want some boy coming between you and your work,” I say, quickly recovering.

  “Well, I’m always up for risk-taking.”

  She raises her eyebrows, blushing at me as she breaks focus from my eyes, shifting it down to the crotch of my slacks.

  There’s not a doubt in my mind that she can’t see the lining of my cock growing harder by the second.

  “Mr. Garrison?” A woman’s voice suddenly appears.

  I whip around to find Ms. Dana, one of the maids for the floor. She stands in the hallways staring at the two of us.

  “Ms. Dana.” I give her a nod.

  “This is our new maid, Tiffany. She will be attending to the first floor and help you as needed around here on the second. I was showing her around, but I’m happy you’re here; could you locate Tiffany a uniform? I need one for her for a few days, just until I can order a new one that’s suited for her size.”

  Ms. Dana doesn’t seem to be fooled by me. She can probably sense the tension in the room. She sizes Tiffany up with a disapproving frown before bringing her eyes back to mine.

  “It may be a little short, but I am sure that it will do for now. You need to order uniforms right away.” She tells me, a look of disdain present upon her face.

  “I certainly will. Now, what is it that you need?”

  “I wanted to inform you of Mrs. Garrison’s arrival. Oh, and she’s looking for you. I’m sure she will love to hear all about the new maid.”She snickers with a hint of sarcasm.

  Typical. Ms. Dana is Doreen’s right hand, her go-to. She’s always taken to Doreen more than to me, but I could give a fuck less if I’m honest. I know Doreen has been fooling around with the help of Ms. Dana covering up her tracks, keeping her story straight at all costs. I would fire her this instant if she weren’t the head maid. Replacing her is a handful itself.

  “I expected her home for lunch, so that works perfectly. Would you like to meet my wife?” I look over my shoulder at Tiffany, clearing my throat.

  “Of course, it would be my pleasure.” She says, a smile playing on her lips.

  “Lovely. Shall we?” I give her a wink, then turning to find Ms. Dana heading down to her room across the hall.

  She stops to turn back as she reaches her door, staring at the two of us for a second too long, right before she steps inside and closes it shut.

  “Nosey,” Tiffany whispers.

  “She means no harm. Now, come. I want to introduce you to Mrs. Garrison,” I say, resisting the urge to grab her hand and push her up against this wall right now. I want to feel those lips… feel her soft skin as I trail kisses along her body. I can’t suppress the urge, but yet, I have to, I need to. I very well know who’s waiting downstairs for our presence.

  We walk side by side as we head down the stairs.

  When we reach Doreen in the sitting room, I’ve managed to calm my dick from its erection that I can’t seem to contain every time I think of Tiffany.

  I’m fucked.

  As Doreen sits there with a cup of coffee in hand by the fireplace, she about drops her cup the moment she lays eyes on Tiffany.

  There’s a strange look on her face, one that looks as if she’s surprised by my new hire.

  “I can’t believe it,” Doreen whispers.

  3

  TIFFANY

  “Mother, is that you?” I ask, shocked that it’s actually her. I realize at the same time this might not be the best situation for me since I want to fuck my boss now, who is apparently her husband?

  “It is! My god, Tiffany, what are you doing here?” She places her coffee cup down, then stands to walk to us a just few feet away, pulling me in for a hug.

  “I thought I would go on a few interviews for a job, and well, apparently, I’m your new maid.” I laugh, a little shocked that this sexy-as-hell man is married to my mother, of all people. She’s not one to show love or stay loyal to another one’s love for her.

  Why would a man like this be with someone like her?

  “Your father threw you out, didn’t he?” She whispers.

  I pull back from her hold.

  “Something like that… I’ve just been so all over the place lately, I haven’t been able to connect with you, let alone see you,” I explain as she releases her hold.

  “Well, you do live halfway across the other side of the country so I can’t say I’ve made an effort to visit either. We haven’t seen each other for years.”

  My mother laughs a little, shaking her head.

  “Not anymore, as I live here with you guys now, and I promise, just because I’m your daughter doesn’t mean you’ll find me slacking off,” I assure her, even though she knows that’
s of no concern.

  “Of course, darling. How old are you now anyway?” My mother asks, blushing at the fact that she should very well know the answer to my age.

  Brady arches an eyebrow at her. “You don’t know how old your daughter is?”

  She glares over at him. “There’s been a rocky history between us, maybe not so good, but I’m ready to start a fresh slate now.”

  “I just had my eighteenth birthday,” I tell her, not feeling a bit surprised that she had to ask.

  She’s right; we haven’t talked for years simply because of an argument where neither of us were willing to admit our wrongs.

  “How old are you?” I tease back. I’m not even entirely sure these days. I hardly know the woman anymore, and it’s clear she no longer knows me.

  “I’m thirty-nine, and Brady is forty-seven, just in case you wanted to know his age too.” She laughs.

  I feel as if she’s waiting for me to say something back, though I bite my tongue. How can I say he’s too old for her when I think he’s just right for me?

  Years ago, my mother had been running around on my father and I told him to make her move out. I told him he needed to let her know that she needs to find a way to make it on her own. My mother has been in the wrong, and maybe we both have been in the wrong, but then again, I was only a child. She’s always placed the blame on me.

  I try to keep the memory removed from my thoughts; it’s not a pleasant one I’ll say.