“All the wood?” I say incredulously. “There’s a lot of wood in here. That’s gonna take you forever.”
She sighs and says, “I know. Believe me, I know.”
Internally, I think that I’m gonna have to find a way to get Meg out of this job but still be able to stay at the mansion.
She just shouldn’t be doing manual labor. She looks exhausted. I think Mrs. Simmons has been too hard on her.
We can hire somebody else. We can hire five other people. I don’t care, as long as Meg is free...to be with me.
I have my sights set on her, and I’m sure my brothers do as well. I want to be the first one to make my presence known. I want her to connect with me...and only me.
So I pull her up from her seat on my father’s oversized leather chair. I gently grasp her waist and take her toward me.
“Why don’t you take a break?” I say, pulling her close.
She tries to back away in protest. “No, Matt, really I shouldn’t. Mrs. Simmons will be mad. We can’t...you know...here.”
I keep her within my grasp and pull her to me again so that I’m whispering my words against her lips and she can feel my thick, twelve-inch cock rising for her.
“I said, take a break,” I repeat myself in a more serious tone.
Her eyes widen at my command, and I know that she’s mine already.
She’s probably wet between the legs just thinking of me and how my cock will feel sliding in and out of her, penetrating her secrets.
She doesn’t protest; she doesn’t even move. I kiss her lips gently at first, and I graze my teeth along her bottom lip. She moans a little, and I can tell she wants more, so I go in deeply.
I place my big hands around her slim waist and pull her in so our bodies are in line. She feels so lithe and light under my grasp, but also her pert, perfectly shaped tits are pressing against my chest, and that makes my cock rock-hard.
She’s a good kisser, and we make out for a very long while. She can’t contain her little cries for me, and I know that just this is making her ache for even more—for all of me.
If it was up to me, I’d have her bent over one of the tufted leather couches in here, and I’d be sliding my cock deep within her from behind.
But as it is, I have respect for the girl. We hardly know each other at all, and I want to make sure when we’re finally together that she’s comfortable and that it’s an unforgettable moment.
I don’t want a quick fuck over the couches. I want an all-around session where I can make sure she comes at least a few times.
As much as it pains me to do so, I decide to hold back...for now.
This is only the beginning for us. There’s no rush.
I kiss her with fervor, and I take her hand and slide it down along my rippling abs, then to my cock that’s straining against my pants.
“Feel that, Meg? Do you see how fucking hard you make me?”
“Yes,” she breathes. “I see.”
“It will happen. But first, I want to know you better.”
The suspense, I know, will kill her. By this moment, I’ll have her fantasizing about me and aching for it for days to come.
I’ve laid claim to her by this kiss in the library, and it’s a promise of sorts—a promise I plan to make good on.
Chapter 7
Meg
My next few days at the house are spent in good accord.
Having that moment with Matt has lightened everything.
He’s hotter than ever, and I can’t deny how much I wanted what happened between us to occur. I’ve wanted Matt since I first laid eyes on him.
It’s early, but I have such a crush on him, and I don’t know what to do. He ticks all my boxes as to what the most gorgeous, perfect man should be.
He’s ruggedly handsome. That chiseled face comes with scruff and dark, wavy hair that hits just across his eyes. I love when he runs his hands through it, and I silently wish his fingers were tangled in my own hair.
While he may look good in a suit, there’s a certain untamed quality about him that makes me hot. I want to be the one to tame him, or the one with which he can be free. There’s just something about Matt—something beneath the surface that I need to understand because it’s driving me crazy with internal lust.
As I’m cleaning and going about my business, I keep getting mental images from the other day in the library.
His full lips and eyes that are forest green like my own. His giant cock. And then I find myself thinking, No, it can never happen. Don’t be reckless, Meg.
And I don’t know what that’s all about. This connection is very new, and I don’t want to take it too seriously. What happened may never happen again. I don’t know if there’s a future for a relationship or anything more.
What I do know is that I’m still stuck cleaning this damn mansion, and boy is it big. I haven’t found any information for Simon, though my work in the library continues.
I’ve looked through all the places where paperwork might be. I’ve searched the desk and the files. I’ve even found myself pulling on books, expecting a secret door to appear as if from nowhere.
I don’t know what I was expecting. Obviously, the documents aren’t going to be lying around in plain sight. I just have to continue my work in looking for it. Something has to pop up sooner or later.
I told Simon about my work in the library and that I thought it was progress from working in other places. He didn’t care and just chided me for taking so long.
The jerk. I didn’t, however, tell him about Matt. I’ll never tell him about Matt.
Hopefully, I’ll be far away from all of this, especially Simon, before anybody ever finds out about us. Maybe nobody ever will. Maybe what Matt and I had will be a secret forever, and that makes it all the more intriguing and mysterious.
Today, the guys have a private chef coming in to prepare a special dinner for them. I’ve become accustomed to the fact that they like to dine on great food because Mrs. Simmons has sent me to the store several times to pick up gourmet items.
Tonight, however, will be the first time the other guys have been in the house at the same time since the party. I don’t know where they’ve been or what they’ve been up to, and it’s obviously not my place to wonder about it.
But until today, the house has been serenely quiet. When the guys were in and out doing God knows what, it was basically me and some of the staff doing our work in the gigantic mansion.
Today, however, is different. The guys are all here, and there’s noise and chaos, assistants running around, and stuff going on. It’s a welcome change, mostly because of the eye candy.
I try to stay in my own lane and push all thoughts of Matt and I being something out of my head. It’s tempting to think of him as a fantasy guy—someone who’s actually right for me. But I’m aware of his playboy past, and I know you can’t change people, especially a headstrong alpha male like him.
Besides, I’m in no position to be in a relationship myself. I’m still struggling to get out of a relationship. Now is not the time to jump in again.
I try to keep to myself and do as much as I can to help the dinner being prepared. Mrs. Simmons has had me sent out to the florist to pick up a huge arrangement of flowers. I put them on the dining table and lay out all the flatware and the crystal glasses.
Everything in here screams money. Even the place settings must cost $1,000 apiece. It’s all gold and diamonds and glitz and glamour. It’s a beautiful house to be in, but I don’t belong here.
It’s tempting to want this kind of lifestyle. It’s very beautiful and otherworldly. But I just will never understand how someone like Simon can be so obsessed with money that it blinds him to the good things in life.
I mean, he’s put me, his girlfriend, in this position of being an underhanded maid because he’s so intent on stealing the fortune.
I know he’s a bad person, and I’m eager to get away. But at the same time, I know myself and that money is great and
all, but it’s definitely not the most important thing in life. At least not to me.
Mrs. Simmons approaches me and says, “Meg, those flowers are absolutely gorgeous. Where did you find tulips at this time of year?”
“Oh, Mr. Branson, the florist, had these up his sleeve. They’re freshly imported from the Netherlands. I think they’re pretty. I wanted to get several colors, and I hope you’re okay with that,” I say.
She looks them over and says, “Stunning. Just stunning. Meg, you really do have fine taste.”
“Thank you, Mrs. Simmons,” I say.
I go about my task of helping to arrange the dinner. She sent me down to the wine cellar to pick out a couple of nice, expensive bottles.
I do my best to find them. I’m not a wine aficionado by any means, but obviously these guys are, or Mr. Belcourt certainly was.
The wine room is stocked. It’s got bottles that appear absolutely ancient. There’s a little romantic table set up down here, and the stone walls make it feel like I’m in a castle.
It’s funny because the wine room alone probably cost more than my entire college tuition, which I’ve only just barely paid off.
I pick out a couple bottles and bring my selections upstairs. As I reach the top, Evan nearly bumps into me, and I almost drop and break the expensive wine bottles.
Luckily, I’m able to hold onto them and avoid a totally embarrassing moment.
I haven’t seen Evan since the party, and standing here in front of him is taking my breath away. I literally don’t know what to say.
“Meg, there you are. I’ve been wondering where you’ve been hiding out,” he says.
“Oh, Mr. Reed, I haven’t been hiding. I’ve just been working,” I say.
“Please, Meg, call me Evan. We’re not very formal around here,” he says.
I look into his sultry gray eyes and wonder how he can be so captivating, equally as enticing as Matt, I must say.
All the brothers are tall and statuesque. They all appear to have chiseled muscles and a certain intensity that turns me on.
I know something’s happened with Matt and I should focus solely on that relationship, but standing here before Evan makes me weak in the knees.
“You know, Meg, we have a private chef coming tonight. You should join us for dinner. It would be a waste to have him come for just us boys.”
“Oh, no, Mr. Reed, I mean, Evan, that wouldn’t be right. You guys should enjoy your dinner. Really,” I say.
He takes the bottles of wine from my arms and says, “I insist. You simply have to join us. The meal will be amazing and decadent, and you deserve it.”
I feel like I’m in an awkward position. What will Mrs. Simmons think if I dine with the guys?
Every part of me wants to do it. I want to take a break from cleaning, most of all, and I would love to have a hot shower and to dress up.
But I don’t want to jeopardize my job, and so I don’t know what to say to Evan’s request.
“Thank you, Evan, but I’m not sure how Mrs. Simmons would feel about that. She’s my boss, after all. I probably shouldn’t join you. You guys enjoy your dinner,” I say.
He leans down near me, and it sends a shiver down my spine. Being in close proximity to him like this makes my heart race and my pulse quicken.
And then he whispers in my ear ever so closely. “Actually, Meg, I’m your boss.”
Chapter 8
Paul
I’ve just come in from New York City.
I had to go back to the city in the interim of our father’s death to take care of some business.
I’m an extremely successful real estate investor and developer. I have several projects going on in NYC and a few overseas as well.
Right now, I’m in one of the large, sumptuous bedrooms in the house. Father’s mansion never gets old. It’s home.
Though George Belcourt is not my true father per se, he and I have built an unusually close relationship over the years. He married my mother, Sylvia, when I was a boy, no more than ten years old.
And even though they divorced shortly after, George remained the most real father I’ve ever known.
I think my brothers and I all thought that he would live forever. He was just that kind of man. So much life and personality in him.
I strive to be half the man that he was.
To say that a hole has been left in my heart and in our family is an understatement. That’s why I’m back here, out in the country house. I want to help in whatever way I can.
I know the staff in the town are dismayed by his loss. I’m dismayed too, but I’m dealing with my grief in my own way—by burying myself in my work as always.
The only light that’s been present this entire month since his death is this new girl named Meg that I met the other day at the party. I know that she works here, and I’m anxious to find out exactly who she is and where she came from.
I’ve hardly seen her at the house. I’ve caught a glimpse of her out in the garden here and there, but for the most part, I’ve been back in the city, and she’s been here. We’ve been kept apart, but that’s all about to change.
There’s a dinner tonight. A family dinner of sorts.
I’ve taken the liberty of hiring the hottest chef in New York City to come out and cook for us. My brothers and I have become accustomed to certain standards, especially when it comes to food.
So I’m in my room, trying to get my tie fitted right for dinner, when Evan comes in.
“Hey, brother, you’re back from the city at last,” he says.
“Yes, well, work couldn’t be avoided. I had so much to do. I really shouldn’t even be out here now. But I’m trying to help get father’s estate settled,” I say.
“Well, I have a surprise for you. You remember Meg, don’t you?” he asks.
I stop what I’m doing and look at him directly. What’s he getting at?
Of course I remember Meg. Who could forget her?
“I remember her. Doesn’t she work here?” I ask as though I am disinterested.
He slaps me on the back and says, “That’s exactly right. She works here. Only I removed her from her obligations tonight so that she can join us for dinner. I thought you’d want to know.”
That’s a surprise indeed. Suddenly, my night has taken a turn for the better.
I can imagine myself doing very naughty things to Meg. She’s the most gorgeous woman I think I’ve ever seen, and she’s been on my mind these past several days.
I’m used to bedding women quickly. When I see something I like, I just go after it.
But with Meg, it’s different. Something about her has made me want to pull back and to wait for a bit. I haven’t had time to even talk to her since that one magical night watching the fireworks.
“Meg’s coming to dinner, huh? At least we’ll have some stimulating conversation. The girl has a very solid head on her shoulders,” I say.
“She certainly does,” Evan agrees. “I’ll see you at dinner.”
He leaves my room and I’m thankful for the break. I’ve been thinking about Meg. She’s been at the back of my mind this entire time.
And now the opportunity to woo her has presented itself.
I have to get in her good graces at dinner and bed her tonight. That’s my plan. Knowing that she’s this near to me makes me fully understand that I can’t wait another day.
I have to have her in my bed. I have to know what she’s like.
Rarely does a woman intrigue me this much. It’s exciting, and it helps take my mind off father’s death and of all the work I have to do. Meg is a delightful distraction.
I hurry and finish dressing so that I can make my way to the opulent dining hall where we always hold these dinners. Once I get there, I’m dismayed to know that she hasn’t shown up yet.
I walk over to the bar and make myself a drink. Perhaps the scotch on my breath will entice Meg further—entice her all the way to my bed.
My brothers are there. Ev
an is seated at the head of the table. I don’t know what makes him think he can take over father’s seat, but it’s fine.
Ian is seated next to him, his blonde hair as coiffed as ever. He and Evan are talking, and I wonder if they’re both thinking the same thing about Meg is I am.
My brothers and I have always been in competition for women. It’s kind of our thing. I hate to say we get off on it, but we do.
Each of us likes to know that we’re more manly and full of testosterone than the other. It’s kind of a game to us—who can sleep with the prettiest woman first. Sometimes we share women, but most of the time we keep our affairs separate.
My brothers are stiff competition. They are every bit as alpha male as I am. That makes for an interesting group.
As I scan the room, I see how well put together they are, and it’s apparent that Meg is on everybody’s mind, not just my own. I don’t blame them. She’s definitely the most stunning thing we’ve seen in a while, possibly ever.
So let the games begin.
Matt comes up to the bar to talk to me.
“Is that father’s scotch? I’ll have one,” he says.
I smile at him wickedly, knowing that the competition is in full swing before saying, “Only the best.”
I offer him a glass of ice and pour the smooth brown liquid over it.
“So you know that girl Meg’s gonna be here tonight, right?” I ask him.
“Oh, Meg.” The words slide off his teeth like he’s savoring them. “I had a connection with Meg.”
Jealousy roars through my veins. I am incensed. How did Matt get to her before I did?
Damn my work in the city. I should’ve stayed here.
I should’ve known she was more important than that. I should’ve never waited to claim her.
“What? You guys had sex?” I ask point-blank.
He sips his drink and looks at me. “No. We just kissed. In the library. I made sure that she understands exactly what kind of a man she’ll be getting with me. Doubtless I’m on her thoughts right now.”
He seems pretty confident for just a kiss. Now that I know they haven’t slept together, I feel better about my position. Anybody can get a kiss, not everybody can score.
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