Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 64704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
To my surprise, it was nothing demeaning. No French maid uniforms or leather-clad dominatrix outfits. There was a daunting amount of lingerie and quite a few gowns. When the hell was I supposed to wear a gown? Flipping through them, I chose a pair of black capris and a loose fitting off-the-shoulder blue blouse. It was one of the most casual outfits in the wardrobe, and it was still nicer than anything I had ever owned.
A quick tour of the bathroom showed that it was stocked with anything that I would need and more. I brushed my teeth and headed downstairs with hesitant steps.
Last night had been so terrifying for me that I'd barely registered my surroundings. Mr. Langston's penthouse might be a bachelor pad, but everything screamed money. It was simply furnished with the surfaces bare except for a few unique and foreign trinkets here and there. No pictures or personal mementos, and not a speck of dust.
Mr. Langston was obviously a man who liked things clean and orderly. I couldn't imagine him getting rid of his maid just to have some privacy with me.
Oh, right. I was supposed to be the maid.
The letter he left for me in the kitchen had a list of cleaning instructions, but also laid out exactly what I was supposed to wear tonight when he got home.
At seven sharp.
At least a chef was dropping a meal off so I didn't have to cook. I’m sure my cooking wasn’t up to par with what Mr. Langston was used to eating. He didn’t seem like the kind of man to eat ramen or fried ham with eggs, that’s for sure.
Sigh, eee c mbedo n o tre ntecenn.
The doorbell rang at quarter to seven. I'd just finished slipping the red velvet dress over my body. It plunged low over my cleavage and the slit rode higher up my right thigh than what felt comfortable. The dress fell to my ankles and hooked at the back of the neck, exposing my entire back.
Dinner. Nervously, I ran barefoot down the stairs and opened the door. An older blonde woman stood on the other side with a disapproving frown on her face. Her gaze fell to the diamonds around my neck, and her frown deepened. “So you're the reason that I have to cook my meals elsewhere and bring them here. Food is not meant to travel. It's meant to be enjoyed the minute it comes out of the oven or off the stove.”
“I'm sorry,” I said instantly. “I don't mean to be a bother.”
She rolled her eyes. “God. Submissive as well. That boy will never learn.” She brushed past me, and I was still hung up on the fact that she'd just called Mr. Langston a boy. “Are you at least capable of closing the door?”
“Of course.” I accidentally shut the door to hard, and as it slammed, causing us both to jump. “Sorry.”
“Christ. Obviously your looks are your only good feature.”
She was a real peach. Still, if she was going to be delivering the food, I should be friendly with her. If Mr. Langston kept me locked up in the suite for the next month, she might be my only human interaction aside from that intimidating man. “My name is Daisy.”
“You won't be around long enough for me to learn you name,” the woman snapped.
“Okay.” Wiping my hands on my dress, I followed her into the kitchen and watched as she started setting up the table. “I'd still like to know your name.”
“Suzie. Are you just going to stand there, or are you going to help me? Napkins are in the drawer by the refrigerator, and silverware is in the drawer next to it.” She placed containers that smelled like heaven on the table, and I watched as she unpacked more food that the two of us could possibly eat in one night. “Well?” Suzie snapped, looking over her shoulder at me. “Go on, girl. We don't have all night. Brick is not going to happy if I'm still here when he returns, and he's always prompt.”
“Right. Sorry.”
“It's like every word out of your mouth is an apology. Why in God's name would Brick take an interest in you? He's brought some stupid girls over, but at least they acted like they had some brains.”
Narrowing my eyes, I clenched the knife I’d just grabbed from the drawer. “You're being rude,” I said quietly. “You're making assumptions, and don't even know me. You apparently don't plan to get to know me, so if that's the case, then just keep your opinions to yourself. I didn't choose any of this. I met Mr. Langston for the first time yesterday, and I'm still trying to figure out what I'm even doing here.”
Suzie snorted. “You should be able to take one look at that dress and realize what you're doing here.”