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But I a on a servant-like manner

Once again, I sweepbehind her a cart laden with clean sheets, towels, and other cleaning essentials We are The Blackwood, though, so this cleaning cart isn’t the norm you’d see in other hotels This one is carved fro It’s thin and portable, filled with only enough supplies to clean one suite at a time The sheets are expensive—a thousand dollars a pop—and the towels equally as luxurious The cleaning supplies are natural and non-ani they’d polled and realized was important to the rich for some reason, and the toilet paper costs thirteen dollars a roll It’s soh-quality wood fiber, treated with purified water, and then dried slowly to ensure theto ever touch an ass

It’s ridiculous what people will pay for luxury items Yet, I don’t bat an eye over it It’s hoas raised—on thirteen-dollar-a-roll toilet paper—so it seems normal

After I close the suite door, I head into the kitchen for oes into

Am I embarrassed?

Fuck no

Besides, ht now Fuck what the maid thinks

Grabbing my espresso, I sip it while I useto a few items that only require short replies When I finish my drink, I brew another cup, then pull a bowl of fruit fro a fork froht from it as I watch the news on the small TV set into a cabinet beside the stove

When themy cup and breakfast dishes on the counter The nores me as I walk by, but I don’t return the courtesy I peruse her body as she bends to polish the coffee table Briefly, I wonder what her name is

But it’s a fleeting thought at best I didn’t even bother to glance at her na or any of the other occasions she’s been here—so onder now?

Shrugging, I go take a quick shower before I get dressed for the day

CHAPTER 2

Bailey