Victoria The Billionaires Maid

Seth’s [POV]

“No, Bart, I don’t foresee any additional holdups with the check.

Like I told you yesterday, we’re just waiting on the bank to”

“Fucking bureaucrats,” Bart Jenkins mumbled.

“I don’t have time for their bullshit. Maybe if I golfed more often with old man Chandler, I’d get better service.”

“Doubtful. I’ve heard his swing is killer. He’d probably annihilate you.” Bart huffed out a laugh.

“You know, Hamilton, you’re the oddball in your family, aren’t you? Your father and Oliver, they’re the serious ones. The sharks. You just make jokes and amble through life, smiling at everyone while you quietly pile up your assets.”

“Some of my friends would debate the quiet label, but yeah. That’s me in a nutshell.” I smiled and kicked back in my chair, crossing my legs at the ankle on the edge of the desk.

It was almost lunchtime, and I was starving. Maybe I’d meander over to the diner and Nope. With a side of hell no.

Ally had asked me for space to make up her mind, and I was going to give it to her even if it drove me crazy.

I was already more than halfway there, so it wouldn’t take long.

“All right, I’ll check in again tomorrow.” Bart sighed.

“I hate fucking waiting.”

“You and me both,” I said under my breath as I hung up.

Phone in my hand, I debated my lunch choices. If I wasn’t heading to the diner, I needed some sustenance.

Maybe I’d ask Shelly to pick me up a sub when she was down at the bank since Thursday was payday. Thursday already.

I hadn’t talked to Ally since Saturday afternoon. Almost a freaking week. But who was keeping score? Not me.

I scarcely had even noticed that we never went this long without talking.

Even after the kiss following Laurie’s bathtub adventure, we’d bumped into each other at the diner midweek.

Bumped into meaning I’d gone over there intentionally because her blueberry pie was the best on the planet, but whatever. I wasn’t going to do that this time.

Even if it meant I starved to death. I reached for my office phone just as the button for the receptionist’s line lit up.

I grinned. That woman was a godsend. “Hey, Shell, can you stop by Jersey Angel’s while you’re out at lunch?”

“Sure. Pastrami on rye, light mayo, extra Russian, leaf lettuce, not shredded, tomatoes, extra peppers, and onions?”

“You’re the best. And a brownie. Cheesecake if they have it.” Damn sweet tooth.

“Of course. Grape soda?” In front of anyone else, I would be slightly embarrassed about my pedestrian food choices. Shelly, however, had worked for the family business for more than a decade.

She knew my weaknesses. Even those that came in purple cans.

“Yes, please. Thanks so much.”

“No problem. One more thing, sir.”

“Ahh, Christ, not the fucking sir shit” I broke off as the door to my office swung open and Ally stepped inside carrying a Hamilton Realty folder.

The one that contained the contract I’d had drawn up, probably. Why else would she be toting around a folder? I swallowed deeply enough that Shelly probably heard it.

Maybe Ally too. Fuck, had she always been this beautiful? Probably. I’d just been blind. A complete fool.

“Sorry to interrupt,” Ally said tentatively, gripping the folder until it dented.

Good sign? Bad sign? Impossible to say for sure. She might’ve returned the signed version, or she could be plotting to throw it in my face.

With Ally, one was never certain. Just another thing I loved about her. Platonically loved. Like a friend, I had sex with. Great sex.

“You’re not interrupting,” I said to Ally.

“You know you have a standing invitation. Just a second.” I returned to my phone call.

“Thanks so much, Shell. Gotta go.” I clicked off without finding out if Shell’s one thing was to announce Ally’s impending arrival.

It didn’t matter. I’d deal with anything else later. Like next year.

“It’s the middle of the workday. I should’ve called first, but”

“No need. Standing invitation,” I repeated, rising and coming around the desk. I met her at the door and closed it, using the wood for support as I indulged in a nice long look at her. “You look incredible.” It wasn’t an exaggeration.

Her dark hair had been left long and loose, flowing down her bare back.

She had on a red sundress-type thing that showed off her breasts and narrow waist, not to mention her long legs that went on forever and ended in strappy red sandals.

Even her toenails were a dark, vampish red. My tongue tingled.

I’d never been one for sucking on feet, but for her, I just might start.

Her cheeks reddened. Seeing Ally blush was a new thing. I liked it. A lot.

“Thanks. Had the day off today, so I figured I’d wear something fun.”

She walked toward the windows, checking out the view from this floor as she always did.

The building that contained Hamilton Realty had a primo view of the lake, and today the sunshine was dappling the restless water.

It was breezy today, and the whitecaps proved it.

“Day off? Imagine such a thing.” Feigning nonchalance, I sat on the edge of my desk.

No part of me was nonchalant around her, not anymore.

Not after we’d had the most amazing sex of my life and all I wanted was to do it again. And again. Oh, and maybe have a baby with her. Even that paled in comparison to fucking her.

Of course, the insistent pressure on my cock was making everything pale in comparison to sex right now.Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Not just sex. Sex with this gorgeous, funny, intelligent, perfectly imperfect woman.

“Then Jean called off and Sage is probably going to get stuck working a double, but she was insistent she needed the money.”

“I thought she was set financially from her parents. The Hummingbird’s Nest always did well. They certainly got a nice check from the sale of the property.” I frowned. Why did I care?

Sage was a nice girl, and I didn’t want her to struggle financially, but her family wasn’t exactly poor.

At least I didn’t think so. Her parents had sold their B&B and retired to the west coast, leaving their sheltered only daughter on her own. Working at a diner.

Hmm. So yeah, maybe they hadn’t left her as much as I thought.

Not my business though. Ally shifted away from the window, standing sideways so she was framed in sunlight.

“It did, but Sage wants to make her way. A loft on the lake doesn’t come cheap.”

“I should know,” I said drily, “seeing as I brokered the sale.”

“Yes, real estate guy extraordinaire.” She fingered her arrow necklace.

“Is your father back yet?”

“Later today supposedly. Al, why are you here?” A wrinkle formed between her brows.

“I thought you said I had a standing invitation.”

“You do, always. But you’re fidgeting and you’re holding that folder and c’mon, you don’t care where my dad is. You’ve never liked him.”

“More like he never liked me. I wasn’t good enough to be friends with you.”

“He never said that. Not once.”

“But it was heavily implied. And of course, he’d wonder what you saw in me. Our worlds couldn’t be more different. We just happened to land in the same classroom in the same high school and somehow we ended up here.” I pushed off the desk and stalked closer.

Somehow now that I’d been inside her, even having a room’s distance between us seemed like too much.

“Right here.” I brushed my hand down her hair and she shuddered, and fuck if that didn’t make me harder than steel.

“My father hasn’t mentioned you in years.” She rolled her eyes.

“Probably hoping if he denies my existence in your life, I’ll disappear.”

“I don’t give a shit what my father thinks, and you shouldn’t either.”

“Sorry to say, I’m not as good at going with the flow and just doing it as you are.”

“Just takes practice. I’d be happy to demonstrate anything you’d like.”

“Mmm-hmm, I just bet.” Her lips twitched with the beginnings of a smile, then she pushed the folder at my chest.

“Okay.”