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into Chelsea everywhere, despite living in a mansion. Jamison was torturing the poor girl with a variety of menial tasks, and I found her doing things like scrubbing grout with a toothbrush and sweeping out a crawl space under the stairs I'd never even known existed.
    I stood in the foyer with a smile, ogling her like some kind of perv, unable to look away as she shimmied back and forth on her hands and knees. Jamison had finally given her a work uniform that fit, and the shorter skirt was deliciously teasing as the hem swayed with her movements just enough to give my cock some ideas, but not enough to get a peek at that gorgeous round ass. She had no idea what a fine young woman down on her hands and knees with her ass in the air did to me. I could easily have grabbed a handful of that long hair and take her from behind, her tits dipping into the water on the floor and peaking hard through that white top. Fuck . I needed to get my libido under control.
    Or jack off more often.
    “Funny, I never knew that was there,” I said and Chelsea jumped. “Now I’m glad it is.”
    Still on her hands and knees she turned her head to speak, but continued wiping the floor with a wet sponge. “Sorry, Mr. Alex, I didn’t know you were still home. I can work somewhere else if you prefer.”
    “No, don’t mind me. I’m enjoying the view.” I said, stroking a hand across my jaw. I should've been more of a gentleman and left the poor girl to work, but then again, in the words of the famous actress Lana Turner, “A gentleman is simply a patient wolf.”
    Chelsea popped up and tugged down the back of her skirt as she sat back on her heels. She threw me a shuttered look with her deep blue eyes, and went back to cleaning the last layer of dust from the crawl space. She was impossible to read. Most women I knew giggled and flirted, even when I didn't want them to. Chelsea just worked.
    “If you’re home today you probably don’t want me making such a mess here.” She sat up again, and tossed the sponge into the mop bucket. “I’ll go finish airing out the upstairs closets.”
    “No, don’t worry. I often work from home, and I know better than to interrupt Jamison’s plans,” I said.
    She smiled at that and stood up. “A home office must be nice,” She said, a little out of breath.
    I watched her delicate hands as she wiped the last bit of wetness on the front of her uniform shirt. It was more of a nervous gesture as she’d already dried them on a small white towel lying next to the bucket, but it made her ample breasts move and jiggle just enough to afford me another delightful visual.
    I bit my lip to hide my smile, and tried to engage in a serious conversation so as not to give away my lustful thoughts. “It is. Much better for getting things done than the chaos of the set or the mess of the production office.”
    Chelsea blinked a few times and asked, “The set?”
    “Yeah,” I said, “movie sets are a bitch. Creative people tend to make for crazy workdays. I swear, they act like once they get an idea, they have to take action or else it might fly right out of their head.”
    “Oh,” she said and crinkled her nose. “I thought you were a hedge fund manager or something. I didn’t know you worked in movies.”
    I caught myself smiling at her adorable expression of confusion before I realized what she’d said. “Ah, yeah. I run Silver House Productions. My father is Henry James Silverhaus. Maybe you’ve heard of him?”
    Chelsea blinked again and shook her head. “Sorry, no. Though I think I’ve heard of Silver House Productions. Is your logo something like a very ornate lion holding a sword?”
    “Yes, a crest with a lion on a shield and a crown on top. It’s a symbol of The Netherlands also.”
    “But you’re American,” she said, crinkling her adorable nose again.
    “My father is originally from here, but he made his fortune in America, and I was raised there,” I explained. “You’ve seen a Silver