Victoria The Billionaires Maid

In the hallway, I could hear giggling and Seth’s baritone voice. The love obvious between them. His heart was so huge for that little girl. It might be a little more reserved for others. He used charm to deflect emotions for other people in his life.

I’d seen it firsthand. The way my customers reacted to him. That half-grin and easy way with conversation left everyone at ease. And half the town’s female population would jump at the chance to do what he’d asked me to do.

But they would want more.

Every woman wanted more in his eyes. Mostly because of the lenses that Marjorie had left behind when she’d walked away from Laurie. He just assumed most women wanted something from him. And part of me understood that.

He could grant me opportunities that I’d have to work my ass to achieve. But then

again, they would be my achievements. No one else’s.

Part of me wanted to just up and leave this town and start over. Even if that meant I would be in debt up to my eyeballs for the next thirty years. It would be my debt, and my life, and a fresh start.

I lifted the towel that had fallen off of Laurie’s head and hung it on the pink unicorn hook on the wall. And because I couldn’t stand to leave the mess in the bathroom, I listened to Seth tell his daughter a bedtime story as I tidied up.

When the rumble of his voice faded and I heard his footfalls, I shut off the light and met him in the hall.

He frowned at me. “I told you”

I held up my hand. “Already done.” I crossed to him and ducked under his arm to enter Laurie’s room. His burnt sugar cologne mixed with the baby shampoo scent of his kid and my hormones decided that was the perfect aphrodisiac. Did I mention my life was unfair?

I focused on the little lump on the middle of the full-sized mattress. The bed was way too big for her, but she was surrounded by Care Bears and stuffed animals from various Disney movies. Dory, Hank, and the guppy from Little Mermaid guarded her. A nightlight spun from her bedside table, shooting starlight around her room.

Pink and perfect in every way. This little girl had everything I didn’t have growing up. No wonder he wanted to give her the world.

I just wasn’t sure I was the one to help him.

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I lifted my shoulder in reaction to his deep voice against my ear. He slid his arm around my waist and pulled me away from the doorway. He shut the door most of the way, then pulled me down the hall.

“I don’t want to wake her.”

I nodded. Understandable, of course. He needed to back up though. I couldn’t handle him in my space for extended periods of time. Even if I’d initiated it this time. What the hell had I been thinking?

Oh, right. I wasn’t really thinking. Actually, it had been a luxury I couldn’t afford for years. I was really good at ignoring my feelings for him. Why did he have to go and ruin it? Now all I could imagine was what he tasted like.

Fuck.

I tried to pull away, but he pulled me back against him. “Don’t go.”

I closed my eyes. “Please don’t.”

“Don’t what?” His nose coasted around the shell of my ear. “Touch you?”

“I’m filthy.”

He buried his nose in my hair. “You smell like lilacs and sunshine.”

“Liar.”

“Baby shampoo and lilacs?”

I tried not to smile, but I had no defenses for this man. The worst part was I was sure he knew that. And Seth Hamilton was always on the look out for weaknesses to exploit to get what he wanted.

How the hell was I supposed to move out of his crosshairs?

Did I want to?

His hand slid along my midriff, his thumb grazing the underside of my breast. I groaned. “Honestly, you have to pick now to do this?”

“I’ve been thinking about this for days.”

I turned in his arms. “So this was all a ruse?”

“No. This was the last act of a desperate man. She’s been a handful all night. She misses you.”

“Low blow.”

“You’ve spent Mother’s Day with us since Marj left.”

I shut my eyes. “I know.” Didn’t he realize how hard this day was for me? Not only because it was Mother’s Day for Laurie, but the first without my mom?

He knew on some level. He’d sent me flowers, hadn’t he? But all my emotions were raw today. It just wasn’t fair that he was right here and finally noticing me.

Except he wasn’t seeing me as a partner. No, he was only seeing me as a woman because I had a functioning uterus.

He wanted something from me. It was just handy that he was attracted to me. It was how the world had propagated all these years. Just a biological response.

He swiped his thumb along my jawline. “I know today was rough. And it was completely unfair of me to push you to come over here and save me.”

I ground my teeth together and growled. I looked up at him. “Don’t be sweet, dammit.”

His fingers slid up into my hair and he gathered it tight at the nape of my neck. “You got it.”

I didn’t have time to dodge or pull away from him. I didn’t have the heart to do it either. I’d had a truly shitty day and I wanted to see what all the fuss was about.

Finally.

For years I’d seen women come and go from his life. A knowledge always seemed to live in their eyes when they touched him. I wanted that too. I wanted to feel something other than sad and frustrated.

I met his gaze. The dark, turbulent anger swirled with something else. Something I couldn’t define. I had a limited scope with men, but I had some.

Nothing came close to this man though.

I shifted against him and my damp T-shirt met with his wrinkled Oxford blue. Working class and old money between us in every way. And then none of that mattered.

He lowered his mouth and covered mine. My eyes fluttered shut and I fell into the kiss.

Nothing soft and hesitant here. He was no fumbling boy. I was pretty sure he hadn’t been one of those in a very long time.

His other arm wrapped around me from the back, gripping the hem of my shirt until his fingers curled into the belt loops of my shorts. His grip drew me up until I rose on my tiptoes, desperate for more.

He dragged me closer and opened me for his invading tongue. No easy transition into a carnal kiss. Instead it was a tempest of flavors and heat.

I curled my arms around his neck and hung on, giving back as much as I could manage.

I was out of my league. Hell, out of the galaxy, but I was determined to show him I belonged here in his arms.

Before I could allow myself to analyze that little thought, I was swept up into Hurricane Seth. He turned me around and pinned me to the wall, my toes dangling off the floor as he ground his hard cock against my shorts.

God, yes.

My fingers dug into his shoulders and I groaned into his mouth. We were a tangle of tongues and limbs. His hand coasted down my waist to my hip before a groan buzzed through my tongue and along my mouth. Mine? His? Who knew?

Then he swept lower to hook my knee and drag my leg up around his hips. I hopped up with the other and finally his hard length was right where I needed it.

The seam of my cutoffs dug into my panties and the little bit of friction was better than anything I’d done alone. Sweet merciful heaven, there was a God.

Not that I’d tell Seth he was on par with God. He didn’t need that kind of help ego-wise, but yes. So much yes.

My sandal thumped to the floor and my eyes flew wide. We both froze, praying that the noise didn’t wake the little girl across the hall from us.

Right across from us.

What the hell was wrong with me? I struggled and pulled my mouth away from his. “Put me down,” I whispered.

“It’s fine,” he said against my cheek. “She didn’t wake up. She’s a heavy sleeper, except for the nightmares.” He grazed his mouth along my cheek to my jaw and headed for my ear.

Nightmares? I shook my head to clear it. “We can’t do this.”

He jerked his head back. “What? Why?”

“Because we’re right down the hall from her. God, what the hell was I thinking?”

“You weren’t. That was the good part.”

I wiggled until I slid down the wall and my foot hit the floor.

“We can go downstairs.”

“What and make out on the couch like teenagers?”

“We can go to my room if it makes you feel better.”

“No, it doesn’t make me feel better.” I pushed him away from me and jammed my foot into my shoe. “None of this makes me feel better.”

“I promise you I can.” His eyes were hot and his shirt was wrinkled. Oh, and another button had come free thanks to our little mauling makeout session against the frigging wall. The little bit of hair at the center of his chest arrowed down his hard abs that were now showing.