Maid For His Submission by Eryn Black Read Free Book Online Page A

with precision that didn’t leave a single red smear on the wooden top. "Every morning after you have showered and dressed..." He paused to look her in the eyes. "Up here,” he clarified before returning to his task with precision and focus, "you’ll find your breakfast set out for you here. Come lunch instructions will be left in the same guest room down the hall, where you showered and dressed this morning, after you have taken your midmorning break.”
    Taking in his instructions word for word with a confirming nod, she wondered when the work part would begin.
    “While you work for me you’ll only eat what I have left out for you. Do you understand?”
    Odd?
    “I’d never think of raiding your fridge.” Fighting to keep down the defensive tone in her voice, she chanted in her head. Don’t argue with the boss. Don’t argue with the boss.
    “No,” firm, but not harsh was his tone, “you’ll only eat what I’ve left out for you unless I’ve left instructions for you otherwise. As to your hair,” following the smooth pull of her dark locks into the practical ponytail, he added, “we’ll address that tomorrow.”
    “I’m not cutting my hair, I don’t care how much you pay.” Adamant over her personal ego, Tosh had always loved her hair and was meticulous in the care of her hair.
    “Beyond the needed trim for style I’d never let you alter the length. There are far too many women with easy to maintain short hair, but a woman’s mane is a woman’s pride and meant to be adored.”
    His words crushed Tosh’s resistance. He made her feel beautiful, sexual, but adored was something she could never imagine.
    A white square bowl filled with fragrant vanilla yogurt and luscious red strawberries was placed in front of her. The berries had been cored and sliced, and each one was perfect in color and size. Care had been put into making her breakfast, but there was no ceremony to tell her that this was out of his norm.
    Tosh never questioned if she was the first maid to be toyed with by Mr. Richard, but she was surprisingly growing a little jealous over whom had come before her. She expected nothing from him other than to clean his mess and receive a paycheck, and she knew he expected nothing more from her than to simply do her job—whatever that might imply—in exchange for steady pay with room and board. So, then why take such care in what could have been toast and coffee? Why make her feel like this was something special when she knew full well she was just one in a long line of girls he and his partner played with?
    Lost in her thoughts, she hadn’t realized he stood there leaning against the counter watching her. His eyes had a playful twinkle they’d lacked the night before, and he had flashed her with that broken sexy smile a number of times since he’d first appeared in the guest room this morning. He was acting more like the prince rather than the beast today, but she still couldn’t lay claim to either personality for him just yet.
    Stirring her spoon in the yogurt, he presented a bite for her. Strawberries swam in the billowing white of the yogurt and an erotic blend of berry and vanilla wafted up, making Tosh’s mouth water.
    "Should I play the choo-choo train?" He teased her.
    Rolling her eyes, she leaned forward, inviting his offering. He was bringing out her flirty side, and she liked it.
    "What happened to the center?" she asked, looking at the manicured strawberries.
    "I cored them. It helps bring out the flavor." The words rolled off his tongue.
    "You cut their hearts out?" His brown eyes flinched at her questions, but the rest of him was unmoved. "Is that something you commonly do?"
    "Only when it produces the best results."
    Time stood still. The luscious bite was suspended between them and their eyes were locked over it. With every exhale he gave she inhaled it back from him and it only made her salivate for more. Slowly she licked the berry from the spoon, trying to put an end to his