2. Weston
Chapter Two
WESTON
I’m finding it difficult not to turn and stare at Savannah.
She’s dropped her chin and is staring at the wall with a fixed expression.
I wasn’t expecting my cleaning lady to be this gorgeous. Beautiful in a way that I haven’t encountered, despite all the parties and events crowded with pretty models and party girls. There’s something ripe and captivating about her voluptuous curves, long limbs, and freckled skin. Vibrant. Her dark auburn hair tumbles in ringlets down to her waist and her eyes are a clear green, like sea glass.
I clear my throat. “Can I get you some water?”
She nods. “Thanks. I mean…maybe I should be offering you some. I don’t know what your servant etiquette is yet.”
“There is no servant etiquette. You’re my employee. Not my servant.” I can’t help a grin as I hand her a bottle. Despite everything, I’m enjoying this quirky exchange. The tiredness from my long day and the flight here has evaporated.
“I’m sure it means sort of the same thing when you’re obscenely wealthy. Sorry, that wasn’t meant to be rude. Grandma’s always telling me I have no filter. Anyway, I guess you can call your employees whatever you want. Do you have a lot of them?” Her plump lips close around the top of the bottle and my cock twitches as she swallows.
I rub my hand over my eyes. “I did.”
“You don’t anymore?”
“I’m selling my company. My brother lives an hour’s drive from here, so I thought I’d move closer to see my nephews more often.”
“Where did you live?” She turns to look at me and my chest tightens. She’s a knockout.
“San Francisco.”
“Oh, was it a tech company?” She runs her hand through her wild curls and my cock jumps again. What would that glorious, pre-Raphaelite hair look like spread out on a pillow, or tumbling around her face as she came?
Running my hand over the stubble on my jaw, I angle my body closer to her. “That’s right. Set it up ten years ago. It was the right time to walk away. I needed a new start. What about you?”
“Oh, I’m still getting my own business off the ground. Which is why I have so many cleaning jobs.” She shifts position in her seat. Her cheeks are a rosy pink color.
“How many do you have?”
“I'm over at the fire department three days a week. Then there’s Gingerbread, that’s the coffee place on the square, four days a week. I have nine private clients, weekends cleaning the beauty parlor and…here.”
“That’s a lot of jobs.”
“Hopefully it won’t be forever.” Savannah takes another drink, beads of water coating her pouty lips, and my cock responds by pressing hard into my zipper.
“You have other plans?” I rest my hand on the sofa, inches from her soft denim-clad thigh. The urge to touch her is so intense, that I ball my hand into a fist.
“I’m into herbs.” She smiles and her cheeks flush a little more. “I mean, I make beauty products from the herbs I find growing in the woods around Snowflake Falls. Some of my products are purely for beauty purposes, while others help with sore skin. My brother has eczema, the soap I made cleared it up.”
“I’d love for you to show me your products. I’m good with advice for start-ups.”
Her eyes widen and she gestures with the open bottle. “ You’d give me advice about Snowflake Botanicals?” The water spills out of the top of the bottle onto my leg.
Savannah sits up and presses her hand on my leg. My cock is rock-hard now. “Weston! I’m so sorry. First I lock us in here and now I spill water on your expensive pants.”
I cover her hand in mine. “It’s fine.”
She stares up at me. “You’re being so nice. I thought you had a reputation for being a grump.”
“That’s just a cover. Keeps everyone on their toes.” I reach up and push a ringlet away from her face, my fingers brushing against the velvety skin of her cheek. The electricity zapping back and forth between us could power a generator.
She responds by stroking my stubble-covered jaw. “I shouldn’t be doing this. Would you mind if I told you that you’re the handsomest boss I’ve ever had?”
“I don’t mind at all. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever been trapped in a safe room with.”
She grins. “Do you make a habit of it?”
I shake my head, tilting her chin up. I press my lips onto hers, my chest tight. My hand moves to the back of her neck as my tongue parts her lips. She moans into my mouth, pressing closer to me. I put my hands around her waist and pull her onto my lap. She grinds onto my hard length as my tongue explores her mouth, both of us breathing harder and faster.
Her fingers are tangled in my hair as I stroke her back, her soft curves pressing into the hard lines of my body. I groan as she grinds down on me, my hands moving to rest on her wide hips. She kisses me deeper and the room spins.
The light turns off with a snap. It starts flashing again, followed by three staccato beeps from the alarm. Savannah sits bolt upright, clutching my shoulders.
“What was that?”
I smile, stroking her back. “That means the security team is coming in.”
She moves off my lap, stroking her disheveled curls back into place. “Aren’t you worried about them seeing you kissing your cleaning lady?”
“Nope. They work for me. And I’m delighted to be seen kissing anyone as gorgeous as you.”
She rolls her eyes as the door slams open and my security team runs inside. Once they’ve established I’m unharmed and Savannah isn’t a threat, they retreat.
“I need to get going.” She’s a little breathless. Considering what just happened, I don’t blame her.
“Of course. When’s your next cleaning day?” I ask.
“Wednesday lunchtime. I’m sorry about all this. If you want to let me go, I’ll understand.” Her voice is soft.
“There’s no way I’m letting you go. I’ll see you on Wednesday.”
She leaves and my eyes are fixed on the sway of those curvy hips as she edges around the door. My cock is still throbbing. I need a shower.
Fisting my cock in the shower, picturing Savannah’s soft curves and pouty lips, I come so hard I see stars. I run the shower cold, trying to get my head together. I’ve only met this girl once, but she makes me dizzy. Like I’m drunk or I’ve been hypnotized. For some crazy reason, I’m tempted to find her address and turn up on her doorstep to tell her I’m obsessed.
Heading down to the kitchen, I distract myself by frying up a steak. Cooking always makes me relax. As I plate it, a flash of movement from the window catches my eye.
A one-eyed black and white cat is observing me. It lifts one paw and presses it against the window, sniffing the air. I walk closer with my plate. It’s thin, with bedraggled fur. I open the window, slowly, tearing off a piece of steak.
The cat withdraws to a safe distance, watching closely as I put the hunk of steak on the windowsill. I close the window and it jumps forward, grabbing the steak in its mouth and running off into the bushes. After it’s finished, it comes back and sits by the window. I open it slowly and hold my hand out. The cat sniffs my hand and then rubs against it. I feed it some more steak as it purrs.
The head of my security team comes in and the cat darts away. “I’m staying overnight to do the first shift. This is a sleepy little town, but I’d like to get the lay of the land.”
“Good. I’m going to leave this window slightly open. Will that be a problem?”
He shakes his head. “I can post one of our guys on night patrol outside the first floor.”
Heading up to bed, I search for Savannah’s business. Snowflake Botanicals has glowing reviews on her social media pages and the products look interesting. After scrolling through my emails, I turn off the light. As I’m dozing, a strange rumbling sound fills the air. A small, furry creature climbs up onto the bed.
The cat curls up by my feet and I close my eyes with one thing on my mind.
Savannah.