“The agency doesn’t cover romance, sir.”
“Good,” he replied, and kissed her.
He found her in the library, off-duty, reading his dog-eared copy of Jane Eyre . She blushed, shoving it behind her back. “I wasn’t snooping!” “You’re a maid who reads Brontë,” he said, a rare smile cracking his stony face. “That’s… terrifyingly attractive.” Her blush deepened. “Associates policy says I can’t fraternize with the client, sir.” “Then stop being so fraternizable.” Sex Associates - Cute naive Hotel Maid was Tric...
“I don’t need a maid,” Leo said, stepping closer. “I need an associate.” “The agency doesn’t cover romance, sir
Leo rubbed his temples. His father had hired a temp from a “Premium Associates” agency. But this wasn’t a maid. This was a tiny, uniformed hurricane. She dusted his bookshelves while humming pop songs. She left cups of tea with a single, perfect biscuit balanced on the saucer. And worst of all, she kept calling him “sir” in a tone that felt suspiciously like teasing. “I wasn’t snooping
Leo stared. “You… you did my job?”