His Undercover Maid: An Instalove Possessive Romance (A Man Who Knows What He Wants Book 190)

by Flora Ferrari

  “What’s wrong Rose?” I ask gently, feeling a wave of tenderness for her, my lust momentarily forgotten. She’s blushing, and I wonder what’s going on. I sit on the bed next to her, waiting for her to speak.

  “I’m not used to this,” she says softly. “It’s not like me.”

  “Believe it or not,” I grin. “I don’t usually go home with the staff either. It’s not a habit of mine...I haven’t been with a woman in a long time.”

  She thinks she’s just some conquest, I realize, a notch on the bedpost. No, this woman I want in my bed for as long as she will have me.

  “I don’t think you understand,” she murmurs. I take her hand between mine. Something is clearly bothering her.

  “So, tell me what I don’t understand,” I prompt. She visibly swallows and then looks into my eyes, her own eyes wary.

  “I’m a virgin,” she says quietly.

  I feel my eyebrows fly up to my forehead. A virgin? In this city?

  I see her wince and suddenly I get it. She thinks I’m going to reject her for being a virgin. Is she insane? This is amazing.

  I grin at her.

  “Really?”

  She frowns.

  “You’re...pleased?”

  “That I’m going to be the first man to take you? I’m thrilled.” I don’t tell her my plan to be the only man who takes her.

  She relaxes now and giggles. “I love the way you assume I’m going to let you.”

  “I know you want me,” I shrug. “And I want you, no need you, in fact. Knowing it will be your first time...that’s sexy as hell.”

  I kiss her again and she reaches for my cock, but this time it’s me who pushes her hand away. She looks at me in surprise.

  “We’re not doing this tonight. If it’s your first time, then we’re going to make it special. Let me take you away somewhere.”

  She gasps.

  “When?”

  “This weekend,” I say, planning ahead. I raise her hand to my lips and kiss the back of it.

  “Get some sleep,” I say. “I’ll see you bright and early tomorrow morning.” I wink at her. “Bring your feather duster.”

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  Rose

  The next morning, I practically bounce up the stairs towards Sebastian’s office, too full of nervous energy to take the elevator. I dreamed about him all night, waking up wet and aching for him. I can’t wait to see him.

  I’ve put some lipstick on and opened the top button of my uniform, trying to sex up my drab outfit as much as possible. I spent all morning planning outfits for the coming weekend. And underwear. I need new underwear.

  With job loss looming though, I’m going to have to go to the bargain store.

  I knock on Sebastian’s office door, shifting from one foot to the other, suddenly shy at the prospect of facing him after our hot and heavy session last night.

  “You don’t have to knock,” he calls, amusement in his voice. I enter the office and shut the door behind me. My hands are full of cleaning products and a trash bag, which hampers the sexy pose that I want to strike, but he seems more than happy to see me just as I am.

  “Morning,” I say, watching him gaze at me as his eyes run slowly up and down my body.

  “Good morning. Did you sleep well last night?”

  I blush as an image from my dirtiest dream flashes through my mind. “Err, I guess,” I say. Sebastian gives me a slow smile that is all about sex.

  “Well, I didn’t. I was thinking about you all night.”

  “Oh? Thinking what, exactly?” I say playing innocent, but I’m pretty sure his dreams matched mine.

  “I’ll show you,” he tells me. “Put all that stuff down and come here.”

  Slowly, I place my things on the floor and walk over to him. My heart beating erratically in my chest and my breath short as I wonder what he’s planning. I stand in front of him, every nerve ending aching with anticipation.

  “Take your hair out,” he orders. Holding his gaze, I reach up and pull the pins out of my bun until my hair falls around my shoulders.

  “Good girl,” he says, but his voice is ragged and husky, and I know he’s not nearly as in control as he might like to think. “Now undo the rest of those buttons.”

  The buttons on my dress go down to my waist. Carefully, I undo them one by one until my breasts are showing. I chose a lacy cream push-up rather than the standard sports bra I usually wear to work, and it has definitely paid off as I watch his pupils dilate as he stares at my breast.

  “You have such a beautiful body,” he tells me in a husky voice. He reaches for me and pulls me into a passionate kiss that steals my breath away, his tongue darting into my mouth. He smells of coffee and expensive aftershave and something else that is natural and pure male, as though he’s oozing testosterone. I feel my panties go damp immediately and my pussy starts to throb, anticipating his touch.

  His hands are on my breasts now, pushing the cups of my bra away to reveal my nipples, kneading and playing with them until I feel like I'm burning with desire. He pushes me back so my ass rests against the edge of his desk, then pulls away from my mouth and buries his head in my cleavage, kissing and sucking almost reverentially, so that I feel like a goddess. Then he puts his hands on my hips and lifts me so I’m perching right on his desk. He parts my thighs with his hands and sits back to look at me, almost lazily stroking my clit through the thin fabric of my panties. I tip my head back and steady myself on his desk by leaning on my hands.

  “I thought you wanted to wait,” I gasp, pushing myself onto his hand.

  “Oh, I am,” he says. “This is just foreplay. I want to slide my fingers inside you and make you come that way, make sure your pussy knows what to expect when I slip my cock inside you.”

  I moan, turned on by his crude words, and he smiles and nudges my panties out of the way with his hand, circling my clit with the pad of his thumb. If he carries on like that I think might come before he slides his fingers inside me. My body feels as though it’s on fire for him. But he seems to sense my urgency and he slows down his movements, his touch barely there, and I let out a long groan. My pussy contracts, as impatient as I am.

  “There’s no rush,” he murmurs.

  “I’ve got a rotation,” I remind him, gasping.

  “I’m the boss,” he reminds me, but he carefully slips one finger inside me and I whimper at the sudden sensation. He watches me carefully as he explores my body, finding the sensitive spot on my inner front wall and stroking it gently but insistently until I’m writhing on his hand. Slowly he pushes a second finger inside me.

  “Does that feel good?” he asks.

  “Yes,” I pant, unable to form a coherent sentence, although I want to tell him it feels a lot more than good. He uses both fingers now to move in a fluttering motion against that sweet spot, the thumb of his other hand still circling my clit. A strange pressure starts to grow low down in my body, a pleasure so intense but unfamiliar. I move on his hand, biting my lip and looking at him from under my eyelids.

  “Come for me,” he murmurs, moving his fingers more quickly. The pressure builds until I know it has to break, and I bite the back of my hand to stop myself from screaming as I come and alert the whole company to what we’re doing.

  Intense waves rack my body as the strongest orgasm I’ve ever had rips through my body, and my pussy swells and throbs as my juices gush all over his hand. He stays inside me until I’ve stopped shuddering with the aftershocks, and then slowly withdraws his fingers. His desk...and my panties...are soaking.

  “Good girl,” he says again, and then raises his hand to his mouth and sucks my juices from his fingers. I gasp, turned on by the erotic sight.

  “My underwear is soaked,” I pout. He grins at me, his eyes dancing.

  “Take them off,” he says. “Let me keep them.”

  “And do what with them?” I protest naively. He raises his eyebrow at me, and I blush deeply. Carefully I peel them from my legs and pass the
m to him. He holds them up to his face, inhales deeply and then slips them into his pocket, before leaning forward and kissing me tenderly on the lips. I get down from his desk and realize my thighs are trembling.

  “That was...incredible.”

  “Good. Tomorrow will be even better.”

  “Tomorrow?”

  He nods. “Tomorrow is Friday...we’re going away remember? I’ll pick you up after work.”

  My tummy flutters with excitement.

  “I can’t wait,” I whisper, kissing him again.

  “Good,” he says in a bossy tone, swatting my ass. “You had better get back to work.”

  The rest of my shift goes by in a blur. Thankfully Mike isn’t on my rotation this morning. Tomorrow will be my last day cleaning, and then...my weekend with Sebastian. I’m so excited that I’ve all but forgotten about the fact that I need to give Adrian some lie to tide him over until next week. Once I’ve been paid and I know I’ve at least got another month’s rent, then I can tell him to stick his job where the sun doesn’t shine.

  Right on cue, Adrian calls me as I’m walking out of the building.

  “I’m on my way in,” I say.

  “Good. Come straight to my office so you can fill me in,” he snaps. When I don’t respond he says in an ominous tone, “You do have something, surely?”

  “I have a few leads,” I say quickly, “but I would rather not say anything until I’m certain. I’ll be able to start filing a copy next week.”

  He sighs loudly and I bite back my retort. “Make sure you do. And hurry up, there’s other things you need to be doing.”

  He hangs up and I take a deep breath to soothe my anger towards him. Now that I’ve made the decision to leave, I’m becoming more and more aware of just how stressful it is working with him. I’d rather clean Sebastian’s office any day.

  The afternoon drags on and I’m counting down the hours until I can get home. I’ve got a suitcase to pack, ready for the beginning of my trip with Sebastian tomorrow. I’m determined that for this weekend at least I will put everything else but me and him out of my mind. The rest can wait.

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  Rose

  I can’t wait for work to be over. Two whole days with Sebastian, just me and him...my breath catches in my throat just thinking about it. I’m so excited that I’m not even pissed off that Mike’s office is on my rotation. It’s not as if I will be here for much longer. I’m trying not to think about the potential consequences of losing my job, and how I will see Sebastian – assuming he wants to see me – if I have to move back home. Whatever happens, I’ll deal with it. At least I won’t be stuck in a role that asks me to compromise my integrity.

  Unlike yesterday, I’ve buttoned my dress right up to my neck today and deliberately worn no makeup, in the hope that Mike might be less lechy today. I’m here as soon as the building opens, anticipating that I can get in and out of his office before he arrives. Of course, that depends on what kind of state it’s in.

  Gross, I think as I step inside. There must be at least a dozen coffee cups in here – some with dregs of coffee still in some– and there’s even a plate of Chinese takeout he must have ordered in. Luckily, I brought the trolley from the kitchen, expecting something like this after the other day.

  I clean up as fast as possible. Honestly, I’m starting to get used to this, and there’s something almost soothing about the rhythm of the work. I’m nearly done when I hear the door open behind me and my heart sinks.

  “Well, good morning,” Mike drawls. He sounds amused, which surprises me. I would have hoped that after the chewing out Sebastian gave him he would be a bit less full of himself. I nod at him, smiling tightly and doing my best to look engrossed in cleaning up.

  “Good morning.”

  Mike sits down and swivels his chair round so that he is facing me. He sits and watches me work, staring at me in a way that is making me feel deeply uncomfortable, and there is an arrogance about him that makes me nervous as I wonder what the hell is going on here. I don’t want to threaten him with Sebastian in case it makes it obvious there’s something going on between us...unless he already knows? The thought of Sebastian discussing me with his colleagues makes me feel sick.

  No, he wouldn’t do that, I tell myself firmly. After everything I’ve learned about him, I’m pretty sure that he wouldn’t do something like that. I do my best to ignore Mike, although it’s hard not to be aware of him.

  Finally, I’m done. I’m about to wheel out my trolley when Mike tsks loudly.

  “Are you not going to offer me a drink?”

  I force a polite smile onto my face. “Would you like one?”

  “Yep. Get me a coffee,” he says with a wonderful display of manners. I nod curtly and leave with my trolley. Down in the kitchen, I’m quite tempted to spit in his drink, but I manage to refrain. I take it back up to him, hoping this will be the end of it.

  I should have known there would be no chance of that. As I walk back into his office Mike walks behind me and shuts the office door before taking his coffee from me and waving me to a chair.

  “Sit down,” he says. I glare at him.

  “I don’t have time to chat. I’m working.” I wonder what the hell he’s playing at now and glance up at the clock on the wall. Sebastian should be in by now. Mike follows my gaze and smiles.

  “Oh, I think you will have time for this. You see, I’m not very happy about the stunt you pulled the other day, blabbing to the boss.”

  “I didn’t blab,” I protest. “Sebastian asked me-”

  “Sebastian, is it?” Mike cuts in, and I betray myself by blushing deeply. “I see.”

  “You don’t see anything except whatever your dirty mind tells you,” I snap, no longer bothering to even try and be polite. This guy is an ever bigger jerk that Adrian.

  Mike takes a sip of his coffee, looking thoughtful. I get the impression he’s trying to drag out whatever he’s got to say for as long as possible, and I wish that he would just hurry up and get on with it.

  “I suppose seducing him is a pretty good tactic,” he says slowly, his eyes gleaming with triumph as I visibly flinch.

  “W-what do you mean?” I stammer, panicking that he somehow knows what I’m doing here. But no, he can’t...can he?

  It seems he can. He takes another sip of his coffee and smiles conspiratorially.

  “I wondered about you as soon as you went running to Sebastian. It was obvious there was something between you so I did a bit of digging to check you out. I thought maybe you were his side piece instead I found something very different indeed.”

  I feel my heart sink straight down to my stomach and I link my hands together in my lap to stop them from trembling.

  “And what was that?” I ask, trying to appear nonchalant but knowing that I’m failing miserably.

  “That you, little Miss Undercover, are not a cleaner at all. You’re a journalist, a wannabe reporter for a little gossip rag. So, it doesn’t take a genius to work out why you’re here cozying up to the boss man. He doesn’t give interviews. So, you’re trying to dig up some dirt on him, aren’t you?”

  I freeze, and my heart hammers in my chest. Everything’s over...not only am I about to lose my job, but Sebastian too, and before we have even properly gotten to know each other.

  I know that there’s no point in denying it, so instead I shrug, trying to seem as though I'm unconcerned about his discovery, even though I can see the bottom rapidly falling out of my world.

  “Okay, yeah, you busted me,” I admit. “So what? Today is my last day...there was no dirt to dig. So, you really don’t need to worry yourself.”

  Mike barks a laugh.

  “Oh, I’m not worried. If there was anything on him, I would be more than happy for the world to know. Sanctimonious Sebastian is a thorn in my side. But do you really think that if he finds out he will let it go? You will be lucky if he doesn’t ruin you, and that little magazine you work for.”

  I fe
el dread curling in the pit of my stomach, even though it isn’t Mike’s threat to my career that worries me. That’s over anyway if Adrian gives me the boot...but I don’t want Sebastian to know. If I have to tell him, it needs to come from me. If it comes from Mike, then Sebastian will never believe that I wasn’t going to go through with it. I remember his words at dinner about how hard it is to trust people, and the thought of him believing I might betray him is like a vice around my heart.

  “There’s no need for you to tell him,” I point out. “You’re just trying to get some petty revenge for the other day. Isn’t that beneath you?”

  Mike just tips his head back and laughs, a sound that grates on my last nerve.

  “That reverse psychology nonsense won’t work with me sweetheart. I'm not above a bit of petty revenge...in fact I would take great pleasure in it. But it doesn’t need to come to that.”

  “It doesn’t?” I eye him warily. He shrugs. “No, it really doesn’t. The way I see it, if you’re nice to me I’ll be nice to you.”

  I feel like throwing up. The meaning of his words is apparent by the gleam in his eyes, and the fact that I'm doing nothing to hide the revulsion on my face only seems to spur him on.

  “If you mean what I think you mean...”

  “Oh I do,” he says with zero shame whatsoever. “What can you do? You think Sebastian will come to your rescue when he finds out you’re trying to entrap him? I think not, sweetheart.”

  I look at the door, judging if I can run and open it before Mike catches me. He laughs again.

  “You’re not locked in,” he mocks. “I’m giving you until Monday to make up your mind. You either make me a very happy man...or I'll be making you a very unemployed woman.”

  I feel a rush of relief and fight not to let it show on my face. Monday...after my weekend with Sebastian, and after I get paid and can pay my rent to buy me a month to get sorted. I’m telling Adrian I'm leaving anyway...but it means I am going to have to tell Sebastian, and sooner rather than later.