His Millionaire Maid

By: Coleen Kwan

“Didn’t you hear me? I’m not giving you the money, I’m investing it. Big difference.”

He sat back, still stunned by her offer. “But why?”

“Don’t you get it, Joe? I want to come back and settle for good in Hartley.”

“You do?”

“Yes, I really do. I want to build this bed-and-breakfast with you. I want it to be the best for miles around. I want to work until my muscles ache, and then I want to go home to your house and make love to you until your muscles ache, too. And I want to drink beer at the Comet with Vince and eat Sarah’s yummy food and visit your nonna and yak with Mrs. Stewart and jump into the sea with you every now and then.”

It sounded like a dream. An impossible dream, but boy, did he want to believe in it.

“Won’t you get bored?”

“Not if you wear those fancy pink rubber gloves every once in a while.”

“I’m serious,” he said, despite holding back a chuckle at the memory of the day they met. “Won’t you miss your city life, your friends and family?”

She shrugged lightly. “I’ll want to visit them, sure. So what?”

She made everything sound so easy and right and doable. If he let his imagination run free, he could see them working together as partners, relaxing as friends, pleasuring each other as lovers. In the near future he could even see himself getting down on one knee and asking her to marry him. Nina was the only woman he could imagine in his life, taking over his life.

He had to trust in her love. Had to risk his heart, everything, if he wanted her. And God, how he wanted her.

He stood and rounded the table to stand beside her, hands held out to her. “We’ll have to draw up a watertight agreement.”

An irresistible smile spread across her face as she clasped his hands and rose to stand in front of him. “Whatever you say, sweetheart.”

Sweetheart. She’d called him sweetheart. He felt ten feet tall.

“We’ll work out the exact amount needed and not a dollar more.”

“Of course.”

“The bed-and-breakfast will be strictly business between us, okay?”

Expressive blue eyes glimmered at him through her lashes. “Sure, Joe. Strictly business. I’ll only strip naked and go skinny-dipping in the ocean when you’re not around. Promise.”

Blood pounded in his veins and shot southward. He really needed to get her alone, fast.

“We might negotiate a separate contract covering skinny-dipping,” he said, sounding strangled.

Laughing with delight, she wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him. “It’s going to be fun negotiating that contract. You’ll be surprised what this maid can squeeze out of you!”

His millionaire maid would never cease to surprise him, of that Joe was convinced. He lowered his mouth to hers, eager for the negotiations to begin.

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What would I do without my editors to guide and shape my book? Huge thanks to Stacy Abrams and Lydia Sharp for showing me how to improve this story!

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