could understand why he did it. If he’d used his real photograph, the posting would have generated millions of responses. As it was, I wondered how he chose me out of the fifty-three other prospects.
Alex was six-foot-four and built like a Norse god, all golden hair that swept across his face with a few longer locks that fell in his eyes. I’d had to stifle the insane urge to lean forward and feel how smooth his hair was between my fingers. His white dress shirt hadn't concealed the tight flex of his muscles and his powerful shoulders. When I imagined what he’d look like shirtless, it got harder to breath. Alex’s square jaw was clean-shaven and even from across the room I'd caught the cedar and cinnamon scent of his aftershave. It was intoxicating. The effect he’d had on me concerned me. We’d barely exchanged a few pleasant words of introduction, and I was already a hot mess.
I remembered the weight of his large hands as they'd rested on my shoulders. A wave of heat had rushed through my body and settled deep in my belly. The intense gaze that had gone with it had made my stomach twist. As his hands had trailed down my arms, the molten feeling had slipped lower, and just the memory was enough to make me wet again. I wanted to rub against that hard body, feel the contour of his muscles with my taut nipples. Reach around him and feel the solid slope of his back down to the slope of his tight ass. I’d pull his hips against mine and feel…
I shook my head. I could almost hear Clara’s laughter. If she could see Mr. Alex Silverhaus, no doubt she’d already have eight plans for me to seduce him. The situation was perfect for an easy affair, and would be a good way to thwart Zach’s affections. The more I thought about Alex, the more my pulse picked up. It could happen. Alone in a big mansion, except for one surly butler. I could easily come across Alex in one of the many rooms and simply shut the door behind me. My mind filled with naughty thoughts, and I didn’t even care.
After all, I reasoned, that was the reputation of the website. Other women responded to postings fully expecting to get paid while having hot sex with their employers. Why couldn’t I? Something about Holland, being out of my normal surroundings, gave me the liberty to admit my desires in a way I never would've done back home.
I imagined finding Alex in his office, and what would happen next. He'd call me over to where he sat behind his desk, and then pull me into his lap. Those big hands would cup my breasts, rubbing and squeezing until my nipples were hard. Then he'd swoop down and suck them through the thin material of my uniform shirt. He'd pick me up, his strong hands gripping my ass and pressing me against his hard cock.
Dear God, I thought with a hot blush. Holland or no Holland, it’d been way too long.
I laughed at myself and got back to clearing the leaf basket. Alex Silverhaus was undeniably attractive, but I had to shove that realization aside. He was my boss, and as much as I was already fantasizing about him, I knew they were just silly, sexy daydreams. I was here to work, and Alex had made it clear that he expected that, too.
Just as I pulled another huge clump of slime from the pool basket, I saw Alex striding out of the house. He smiled brightly and waved. I reached up to wave back and forgot the handful of rotted leaves. A dark brown sludge dripped onto my white uniform shirt. I was mortified.
Worse than the stain on my shirt, however, was the fact that Alex wasn't waving at me at all. A beautiful woman with thick, white, blond hair appeared outside the pool house and Alex strode up to her, whirled her into the air before giving her a tight hug.
She was exactly the perfect woman I pictured him dating. It made much more sense than a man like him waving at a slime-covered maid. I looked down and hoped he wouldn't notice how red my face was. I was here to work, nothing more.
Chapter Seven
Alex
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