Coporate Maid - Chapter One

Medical school wasn’t cheap. And she was completely broke.

Jalene walked out of class that day in a fog. Summer break meant a chance to find work, but without a license or any real skills, what exactly was she going to do?

When she’d complained to Henessy — the maniac she shared a room with — she’d blown a giant gum bubble, popped it, and said, “Sell it.”

Jalene didn’t even ask what it was. She just rolled her eyes hard enough to give herself a headache and left the apartment.

It was Chloe who saved her. She'd laughed at Jalene’s dramatic retelling of her financial despair and said, “If you can clean, I’ve got something for you.”

Fifty bucks an hour. Free room and board if she lived in. Just one client. A bachelor.

By the end of the week, Jalene found herself standing inside an intimidating, luxury apartment.

She sat on the edge of the pristine couch, back straight, hands clasped, trying not to let her jaw drop at the extravagant furnishings.

"You can use the guest room for the entire three months you'll be here. Familiarize yourself with the apartment. I don't have time to give you a tour. I sent you an email on the dishes I like and my routine. Study it. I don’t like repeating myself. I was told you're a professional, so I expect you to act accordingly."

He refocused on his laptop, effectively dismissing her.

Jalene stood up slowly, picking her jaw off the floor.

He's gonna fuck you and make you his sugar baby! Chloe had screeched when Jalene accepted the job.
Damian Blackwood is filthy rich! she’d said.

Well, that part was true, Jalene grumbled to herself as she trudged off to find the guest room, disappointment turning her legs to lead.

She’d been so excited to meet her boss, her potential benefactor, that she'd spent her last scrap of cash shopping for sexy lingerie and seductive body mists.

She had dressed to impress; classy, but with subtle touches that highlighted her best features.

Struggling to control her trembling, she’d waited for him in anticipation, only to barely be spared a second glance as he laid down a list of rules. It was clear he wasn’t interested in any other kind of service but the one he was paying for.

Five days later, she was immersed in prepping dinner when a tall, pretty boy strolled into the kitchen.

He sat at the island, arms folded on the marble, and watched her. Boldly.

Jalene flicked her eyes his way. Finally, someone with a functioning libido.

“Hey,” he said in a smooth voice.

She nodded back, coolly. Kept chopping.

Damian soon joined them, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge.

He moved to leave, then paused as if remembering something.

"Jalene, this is Cole Kenton. He'll be spending the summer here."

Jalene looked up sharply. “I was told I was being hired by one person.”

Damian looked at her like she was slow. “You are. By me. He’s my guest. Is there a problem?”

Jalene let out a slow breath. “If he’s staying the whole summer, that means more work for me.”

Damian pinched his brows, like talking to her gave him a migraine. “If it’s more money you want, I’ll double your pay. Though I don’t see what the fuss is about. You’re only here to cook and clean, not change anyone’s diapers.”

He walked off, leaving Jalene gaping after him.

Cole chuckled. “You need to calm down. Can’t be healthy to have your heart beating that fast. Also... might wanna unclench all those muscles before you pass out.”

Jalene released a sharp gust of air. She had been clenching, from her fists to her thighs, trying to stop herself from doing something she’d regret. Her heart rate was definitely off the charts... but.

“How’d you know all that?” she asked.

“All what?” Cole smirked.

“My heart rate. My muscles.”

“I have X-ray vision,” he said, winking.

“Haha.” But she turned away with a small grin, hiding it behind her chopping board.

Cole kept her company, teasing and bantering with her while she cooked. In turn, she made him her official taster — handing him bites of everything she prepared as he gushed praise and made her laugh until she had tears in her eyes.

By the time she was ready to set the table, she was grateful Cole was staying.

She walked out with a bowl of steaming rice while Cole followed behind with the sauce.

As she set the table, Damian walked into the dining area wearing grey sweats and a black durag.

Her clit throbbed.

Fuck.

He was fine. An ass, but fine.

She turned quickly to Cole and offered an award-winning smile. He was hot too — and nice. Maybe he could be nice to other parts of her as well.

“Set the table for three,” Damian said.

She turned to him, questioning.

“Didn’t you hear me?” he said sharply. “Set the table for three. I told you I hate repeating myself.”

Cole reached over and touched her hand gently. “We’re expecting someone else, Jalene. I’ll help you get the plates.”

Jalene nodded, not trusting herself to speak.

The table was nearly set when the front door opened. A caramel-skinned, green-eyed man with a body sculpted from stone walked in.

Her heart lurched. The throbbing between her legs increased.

Cole gave her a sly smile and winked.

She shook her head at him and hurried off to her room.

Her fingers were already inside her panties before she realized what she was doing.

Too late.

Her clit was swollen, her body desperate. She circled the aching nub, dipping two fingers inside herself, chasing release.

When she could finally think again, she changed her panties, washed her hands in the sink, and stepped out to ask if they needed her for anything.

Cole’s eyes found her the moment she entered the dining room. All three were eating, but he stared at her as he chewed, heat simmering in his gaze, like he knew exactly what she’d been doing moments ago.

She looked away quickly, unable to bear the intensity.

“Is…” She cleared her throat. “Is there something I can do for you?”

“Go and eat,” Damian said, his voice flat with command.

“I’m not hungry.”

“What did I say about repeating myself?”

She hurried into the kitchen, a pulse already throbbing again between her legs.

Get a hold of yourself, Jalene. What is wrong with you? Her brain admonished.

She was still trying to calm down when Cole walked into the kitchen carrying the used plates.

She straightened quickly as he approached, offering an apologetic smile.

"You didn't have to," she said, reaching for the plates.

He sidestepped her smoothly, bringing them to the sink. "It's okay. I don’t have anything better to do."

She snatched the soap just as he reached for it, giggling when he tried to take it from her.

She leaned in to grab a plate, but he caught her arm and gently pulled her into him.

Her eyes flicked up to his. Every nerve in her body reacted to the heat of him so close.

He searched her face, as if asking a silent question — and she leaned into him, tilting her head to offer her lips.

He claimed them.

His mouth molded to hers, his hand sliding from her arm to wrap around her waist and pull her tighter.

His lips moved slowly, sensually — like he was making love to them — reigniting the hunger she’d only just begun to suppress.

She moaned softly, her hands slipping down to grab his firm ass.

A voice whispered in the back of her mind: What are you doing? You don’t even know this man.
She silenced it with an annoyed grunt.

She’d been stuck in this house for almost a week with one of the sexiest men she’d ever seen. Her body was starving.

Just as she began to melt into him, he pulled away.

“Eat,” he whispered in her ear. Then he was gone.

That night, she finally dug out the lingerie she thought she’d never wear.

She didn’t know exactly what was going to happen, but she craved it.

The silk teased her nipples as she ran her hands over the short, flimsy dress. She skipped the panties. The sooner they got to the point, the better.

She had just started to drift off when her door opened.

Through her lashes, she made out Cole’s tall frame moving to her bedside. He wore a robe.

“Hi,” he said softly, sitting down.

She sat up slowly and slipped the dress off.

“Took you long enough.”

Several rooms away, two men sat watching a screen.
From the tiny speakers in their ears, Jalene’s lustful moan -- with Cole's head between her legs—— floated out.