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"Hey, don’t give et on the boat with hi whether or not the woman could understand her

The roaned inwardly Nor great with ht over aherself in heated "discussions" over Jameson

I’m so pathetic

Tate was fully aware that this little proble, but she didn’t care – theon the boat Had seen her sitting on Jameson’s lap, but that hadn’t stopped the lady fro on him Tate knew the rules, because she was the maid; she had been in the same position, had been the slutty-help If she saw a man with another woot first dibs That’s just how the slutty-cookie cruot even closer, her eyes narrowed Ja in Spanish, his tone not happy Maid-lady’s voice was getting louder, her arh clenched teeth, and Tate didn’t have to speak Spanish to know that none of it was good She also knehat the words "perra" and "puta"said, a lot Still, Tate wasn’t going to do anything

At least, not until the bitch touched her

When the woers into Tate’s shoulder, she lost it a little bit Her grasp on sanity was tenuous, at best She pulled away fro at the woain Tate yelled soain Jameson snapped at both of them to shut the fuck up But when the other woh to knock her back into Ja pushed around By Jaeneral, and by whory-maids in particular

Tate went to shove the wo her hands on the maid’s shoulders Maid-lady apparently expected that, and began wind her arms Tate ducked her head She still wasn’t hts But she could fight like a girl with the best of the her ar, scratching, hair pulling, cat-fight

It didn’t last very long One strong pull with one arm, and Jameson had them separated Tate fell back onto the bed while he picked up theshut behind him, and Tate could only listen as he took the maid out onto the deck

Tate covered her face with her hands, trying not to think about what she had just done, what she had just taken part in She felt so stupid So stupid She wasn’t going to do anything sexual with Jaht over Ja to embarrass herself over Jameson Now, all three had been done in the span of a couple hours

She heard the door open, but she didn’t bother looking She felt him start to kneel over her His hands spanned her waist, pushing her Sliding her back on the bed, over the covers Then his knees cahs, his hands planted on the mattress next to her head

"Tate," Jameson’s voice was serious

"No," she replied, her voice muffled by her hands

"Tatum, look at me," he ordered She shook her head