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The ihtly, pushing it out of hbor Ji service He liked men, not women, so I felt safe with him

I also didn’t noruy’s chest But that chestwell, it was really nice His ar? Yes, his body was beautiful, but men like him who lived in houses like this didn’t want someone like me for more than a booty call

That eous and possibly had a woeous In fact, I was sure he did The largest bedroom upstairs had a walk-in closet full of the ured a wouy could be her boyfriend I just wasn’t sure why he’d be staying in a different room But it wasn’t my business So no matter how nice those arms and that chest were, or how chiseled his face was, even with several days’ worth of stubble, he was not safe to think about

I had to make sure I didn’t lose this job The place was usually pretty clean, because no one had lived here in the , but I cleaned it weekly like it was filthy No dust could be found anywhere, and I even went as far as organizing the pantry and the cleaning closet, scrubbing the cabinets and throwing out any expired food

Standing up, I shook offGod kno loudly and vacuu was, maybe he’d overlook my mistake

Three hours later, the downstairs was ie and the freezer co the client plenty of time to sleep I went to the second floor and cleaned every roo else to clean, before I finally stood at the foot of the stairs and looked up to the third floor It was one in the afternoon, and he was still in bed I had three bedrooah away from his room that, if I was quiet, I could probably clean it without waking him

I tiptoed up the stairs and eased past his rooh of relief I closed the door behind e, untouched rooinable and so ure out ith what I walked across the roo supplies down on the floor I decided today I would spend sorabbed a chair and covered it with a clean cloth before standing on it The ceiling was at least twelve feet high, which ht a ladder in here, but it wouldit up today

I had reached up with a cloth to begin scrubbing the s fro Crap! I always put the ringer on high when I orking so I could hear it around the house I scraet down, but my foot slipped I winced in pain just before the chair turned over, andnext to me A massive, ornate mirror

The sound of breaking glass ca thud

Andat top volume

I turned and desperately reached forcontinued as I wiggled over to it, s all twisted up

The door swung open, and I froze in place

Here I sat, with shattered glass all around ht spot was that

“What the hell happened? Are you OK?” he asked, as he stalked toward me in a pair of white boxer briefs At least he wasn’t totally naked I jerked my eyes away from him and his almost-naked body and sucked in a breath I’d broken his ain

“I’m so sorry I’ll pay you back for the mirror I know it probably costs a lot, but you don’t have to pay me until it’s covered I’ll even come in more than once a week for free”