by JL Davis
Table of Contents
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Epilogue
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J.L. Davis
Contents
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Epilogue
Acknowledgments
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Prologue
When I was a little girl I would dream about what it would be like when I grew up. My dream was to have a job I loved, be respected and make a lot of money. I would have a big, beautiful house and a nice car. I pictured having a husband who was handsome and successful, and who treated me like a princess minus the crown. I guess that’s why it was a dream, because my life is far from what I imagined. I wanted more for myself and the family I would have someday.
I was a high school dropout who moved in with my boyfriend Tyler. We lived in a small, one-bedroom apartment for about four years. I thought I was in love with him. For the most part, he treated me well.
One day, I came home early from my job working in a daycare because a toddler had puked all over me and it was even in my hair. Tyler was off that day so I was excited to shower and spend the afternoon with him. Only when I got home, I knew immediately something was off. I walked through the door and he wasn’t sitting on the couch playing video games like he normally would be doing on his day off. As I walked past our bedroom door I suddenly stopped. I could’ve sworn I heard noises coming from inside. When I open the door, he wasn’t alone and what’s worse is he was in bed with my best friend. My only friend. What the fuck?
I had been friends with Amber since the fifth grade. We were close or I thought we were anyway. I was so shocked. I got in my Honda Civic and drove to my mom’s, even though we weren’t on the best of terms. We’d stopped speaking for a while when I quit school and moved in with Tyler at seventeen.
I couldn’t believe this shit. I had my whole life planned out I thought. I thought Tyler and I would get married and have a family and a happily ever after. I didn’t think he would do something like that. Amber has always been kind of too friendly with guys, but I trusted her. I guess I should have read between the lines. She did flirt with him, but I thought it was in fun. I loved Tyler, but maybe I wasn’t in love with him. This proved that to be true because I wasn’t heartbroken like I thought I should have been.
I went back a few days later when I knew Tyler wouldn’t be home and packed my shit. I didn’t have too much and was glad because I didn’t want to be there any longer than I had to be. When I walked in what was our bedroom and looked at the bed I was livid. I trashed it on my way out and felt better about it than I should have. I had gotten a little closure, I guess. Tyler was never worthy of my trust, loyalty and definitely not my love. I decided that that was the last time I will be so stupid when it came to a man.
Chapter One
So here I am: Jessa Phillips, twenty-one, without a boyfriend, or best friend, and living with my mom again. Oh, and let’s not forget, jobless since my previous employer was Tyler’s mother and there was no way in hell I’d be stepping foot in her smelly daycare ever again.
After a couple of depressing weeks and feeling sorry for myself I needed to seriously start looking for a job. Since I am a dropout and don’t have any other talents or a resume, my options are very limited. I love reading a good steamy romance, cleaning, organizing, and of course taking care of children. Though, I really don’t want to do that anymore if I didn’t have to.
I give up and go to the kitchen, grab some Oreo cookies and going to the bay window to watch the world go by. As I finish the bag I see a woman pull up across the street. She gets out of her sky-blue Prius to go to her trunk and pulls out a bucket and a mop. As she lowers her trunk she spots me in the window watching her and waves with a big smile. That’s when it hit me. I love to clean, so maybe I can clean people’s houses, too! I run upstairs to my mom’s office and google house cleaning.
I learn that depending on what the house cleaner is willing to do, housekeeping can be a great money maker. I print out some flyers and get dressed. I drive into town and leave flyers at a few places I think will be beneficial, the grocery store, flower shop, dry cleaners, pharmacy, and the last one at the bank. I’m putting the last tack in when I hear my name. I turn around and see a girl I went to high school with. I think her name is Brittany. She’s just as beautiful as she was in school. I take a quick notice, she’s dressed professionally. Looks like she’s doing well for herself.
“Hi! Jessa, it’s been forever. How are you?”
I slightly cringe, “I’ve been better but hopefully things will get better soon.” I plaster on a fake smile, hoping she will believe it, even if I don’t. I move to block the board that has my flyer pinned on it. I don’t want her to see it. I’m embarrassed. I shouldn’t be, but I am.
She looks at the bulletin and I see her looking at my flyer.
“Jessa are you starting your own business?”
I didn’t think of it that way, but I guess I am.
“Yeah. I decided I needed a fresh start and wanted to try something new.”
“That’s awesome! I actually know someone who needs help,” she says smiling, not at all looking down on my new profession
.
“Okay, that’ll be great,” I smile.
“I will! It was so good to see you. We should get drinks sometime real soon.”
“That sounds great,” I say as we walked out to our cars.
“I’m serious about those drinks, Jessa. I’d love to catch up.”
“Definitely. You have my number. Text me yours.”
She smiles and gets in her shiny car and drives away.
The next morning, I shower and dress for the day. I have a text from a number I don’t recognize. I open it.
Hi! This is Alex Rogan. My niece, Brittany gave me your number. I’m very interested in your services.
Hi! This is Jessa. Thank you for taking an interest in my services. How many square feet is the house and when is a good time to come look at it?
His reply is almost instantly.
The house is about 4,500 square feet. I’m free tonight if you’d like to come look at it and give me a price? I know it’s short notice and I understand if you already have plans. I’m usually here so I’m sure we can find a time to meet.
It’s a big house. I didn’t really think about cleaning a house that size. My mom’s house is about 2,000 square feet and it takes me about three hours to clean it, if I don’t get sidetracked organizing.
Tonight, will be great. I didn’t have any plans. How about 6:00?
I think of how pathetic I probably am, not having plans on a Friday night. My phone beeps again with his reply.
6:00 will be perfect. I look forward to it.
I try not to think about being held in the basement. I’m sure that’s where his wife keeps her big wine assortment. That thought makes me laugh. It will be fine.
At five thirty I’m ready to go look at the house. I get in my old Honda Civic and put the address in my GPS on my phone. I should arrive a few minutes early it looks like.
I pull up to a house that’s in a gated community. I’m so out of my element here. It is in fact huge and beautiful. It’s a grey, two-story brick home with bright white painted shutters. The landscaping is perfect. There are hydrangeas that wrap around the porch. His wife has wonderful taste. Hydrangeas are my favorite flower. I absolutely love this place.
As I walk up the sidewalk in my normal clothes and Converse I start to feel extremely out of place. Maybe I should’ve worn something nicer, and not an old pair of jeans with a hole in them. I sigh, take a deep breath and ring the doorbell. A few seconds later the door opens and what I see is nothing like I imagined. He’s six foot or maybe a bit taller. He has light brown hair and the lightest blue eyes I’ve ever seen. They remind me of the ocean. You can see right through them. He looks freshly shaven with the cutest dimples when he smiles down a me. He looks me over in a way that makes me uncomfortable but also makes my heart speed up a bit. I may be a bit aroused. I’m an average girl, about five-foot-three. Nothing too special. I have dark brown hair and eyes and don’t eat right. Everyone’s always told me I’m lucky to have such a high metabolism. I don’t work out. He does for sure. He looks like he’s never missed a gym day in his life. I want to run my hands over his strong arms that fill out his shirt perfectly.
I didn’t realize until now that we are staring at each other. I shift my eyes and he clears his throat to speak.
“Jessa, it’s nice to meet you. Please come in.”
I walk in and it’s quiet. I don’t think anyone else is here. I hear the door close and a sigh from Alex. He clears his throat again and walks up beside me. I wonder if he clears his throat when he’s nervous?
“I hope I’m not keeping you from anything tonight by coming here to meet?”
“No, not at all.” I try to keep my voice level and not give away my nervousness.
“I’ve never done this before but I’m guessing you want the tour?” He’s smiling at me and my heart melts. He has an amazing smile with beautiful white teeth.
“Lead the way,” I smile.
I follow him through each room and can’t help but look at his ass. It fills his jeans perfectly. I wonder how firm it is? Focus, Jessa! He leads us upstairs and I see a few guest rooms and bathrooms. He passes a couple of doors that must be closets. He opens a set of double doors and allows me inside. It’s the master bedroom. He follows behind me. It’s a beautiful bedroom. There’s a king size bed with a bunch of pillows pushed to one side that hasn’t been touched. I wonder if he lives in this huge house alone? I continue the tour walking into the master bathroom.
“Wow! This is beautiful.”
“Thank you.”
There’s a huge walk-in shower, Jacuzzi tub, and matching his and her sinks. I notice his side has a toothbrush and some other things, but the other side is bare. I’m starting to think he does live here alone, but I am not going to question it. I turn around to walk out. I notice him standing at the door watching me. I don’t know what I should do, so I just walk towards the door. He lets me by and he follows. We go back downstairs, and I can breathe again. I walk into the massive kitchen and sit at the table. He sits across from me.
“Mr. Rogan, I have a few questions, and then I can give you a price.”
“Please, call me Alex,” he says with a smile. Ugh, that smile. I’m going to melt on these beautiful marble floors.
“How many people live in the house?” I need to know this, but also want to know for myself.
“Just me,” he says and I can hear sadness in his answer.
“Do you need me to do laundry and change sheets?”
“That would be great,” he says a little too happy. I laugh because most men hate doing laundry.
I ask a few more questions and give the list of what I offer. I can think of something else I could offer, but that’s not in the job description, sadly.
“It will definitely take me a few hours to do everything. I shouldn’t need to hit every room each time, with just you here.” I feel kind of bad saying that, but it’s true. “How often do you want me to come?”
“Well, I’m a bit OCD and was thinking maybe Monday and Thursday each week, that’s if you’re able to?”
“Sure. I can do that. No problem at all.” I could almost jump on him. A man who’s hot as fuck and likes clean spaces. How is he even single? “What would be a good time, so I’m not in the way of you getting ready for work?”
“I work from home, actually. I own a construction company and can do most of my work from here. My assistant comes by a lot. She’s also my niece and loves the pool,” he smiles. “She gave me your number.”
“Oh, Brittany. We went to school together.”
We look at each other a bit too long and he clears his throat. That is definitely a nervous habit. I think it’s cute. Everyone has one.
He pulls me out of my thoughts, “Jessa how much do you think it will cost for you to work for me?”
“I think one hundred dollars will cover everything we’ve discussed.” He immediately shakes his head. I’m mortified. He thinks it’s too much.
“Jessa, that’s not enough. For your time and gas twice a week I think one hundred and forty is much more appropriate.” I must look ridiculous staring at him with wide eyes. He laughs.
I stand, “Thank you.” He stands and holds a hand out. I grab it and instantly feel the sparks. He looks at me and pulls away quickly. He felt it, too. I’ve never felt it. I’ve only read about it in books. I quickly say, “Is eight okay to come?” Kill me now.
“That will be perfect. I get back from the gym around seven forty-five,” he says as we walk to the door.
“Of course you do.” He smiles and I realize I said that shit out loud. I’m so fucking embarrassed right now. I could die.
“It was so nice to meet you Jessa and I’ll see you Monday.” He’s still smiling.
“Bye,” is all I can manage. I walk to my car quickly. I swear I see him watching from the window. I take a deep breath, start my car and drive away.
Chapter Two
I make it home and turn my car off and sit there for a few mi
nutes going over the meeting with Alex in my head. I can’t believe how fucking gorgeous he is. I kind of got the feeling he was nervous, too, and a little uncomfortable with me being there. He wants me to clean for him so he should be able to trust me being there. Maybe he just needs to get used to the idea. I know I do. I still don’t quite understand why he lives in such a big house alone. I’m not going to overthink it anymore. I am happy to have this job. I don’t have much left in savings.
I go inside and make a list of what all I will need to start my new job, but I can’t stop thinking about Alex. From what I’d seen, he seemed nice and it makes me wonder what flaws he has besides being OCD. In my book that is a great quality to have. I’m a bit OCD myself. I suppose is a good thing since I’ll be cleaning his house.
I take a shower and get comfy in my bed. I lie awake thinking of Alex. That spark when he held my hand, I just can’t quit thinking about it. I know he must have felt it, too. I’ve never felt that before. I’d read about it and wondered what that would feel like. I can’t get him out of my head. I can feel my clit throbbing and my panties getting wet just thinking about his eyes and his mouth and his body. I want to feel him kissing and touching me. I reach under my bed and grab Bob, my battery-operated boyfriend. He’s pretty awesome, but definitely not the real thing. I lay back, close my eyes and think of Alex as I reach into my panties and rub Bob over my clit and down to the wetness and back up again. I imagine him spreading my legs holding me in place and his mouth clamping down over my clit, him flicking his tongue as he sucked hard. I’m so turned on and wet I can hardly keep Bob in my hand. I can feel my orgasm building. My legs begin to shake and my breathing becomes labored. I bite my lower lip thinking of Alex biting me to quiet my moans. My back arches off the bed and my orgasm crashes through me. I lay there a few minutes to catch my breath and gain the feeling back in my legs and go to the bathroom to wash up. I get back in bed relaxed and drift off to sleep.