What a Woman Wants (A Manley Maids Novel)
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But he wasn’t in his world anymore. He was in Mac’s and Mrs. Beth Hamilton’s, and he’d better play the part before she cited him for either sexual harassment or failure to deliver. Either one would do more damage to his public image than being caught in a maid’s outfit would.
He’d like to see her in a maid’s outfit—
“Yes, I am the maid.” He tapped the little girl’s nose. “Do you need something cleaned?”
Big brown eyes blinked up at him. Solemn and serious. “Uh-huh. My castle. Mrs. Beecham made a mess.”
Bryan looked toward Mrs. Beth Hamilton for translation.
“Our cat likes to take naps in Maggie’s dollhouse and tends to leave enough fur to weave a rug, but we haven’t read Rapunzel yet, so that’s not happening.”
Rapunzel. Wasn’t she the one with the hair and the tower? It was an image Bryan did not need as he looked at Mrs. Beth Hamilton’s shoulder-length, windblown hair.
He liked it like that, not fake photo-shoot windblown hair. Mrs. Hamilton had come by her messy hair naturally and there was something about that kind of unselfconsciousness and abandon that just screamed sexy to Bryan.
To Mr. Beth Hamilton, too, if the guy had an ounce of red blood in his veins, and considering there were five little Hamiltons running around, apparently he did. And unfortunately for Bryan, that guy had every right to fantasize about everything Bryan did not.
It was going to be a long four weeks.