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for the night when she finished the bathroom floor, but her boss was nowhere to be seen and considering the hour…it seemed like a logical assumption, and if she hadn’t been dismissed, then oh, well? There was at least a bit of comfort in finding that he did keep his word and not “fuck her while on the clock.” Was it possible that this job was just as the flyer had read?
    A Live in Maid for a single man
    No Pets
    No Smoking
    Dormitory style housing offered
    and possible scholarship.
    It was as if the flyer had been written for her alone, offering her everything she needed. A blessing on an 8 1/2 x11 inch piece of paper.
    Falling onto the still unmade bed, she gave a sigh of relief. Kicking off her shoes, Tosh propped her feet on the pile of folded bed linens, while her head rested on the naked pillows. Her body would need a week to recover from the abuse she suffered on the bathroom floor today, but with only hours to recuperate, she had best start now.
    “Comfortable?” The familiar deep voice came from the doorway.
    Sitting up without thought, she bit back the flinch of pain from her knees and sat with her legs dangling over the side of the bed.
    “Who told you your day was done?” He cleared the space between the doorway and the bed in four long strides. Leaning over her with a fist impaling the bed on either side of her hips, he leered into her face. “And who told you that you could lie down on this bed?”
    She stuttered, but couldn’t get her words out with her heart nearly pounding out of her chest. The scent of his breath was spiced from his evening drink and his own natural musk, and left her dizzy with lust. He should bottle his pheromones and sell it.
    “No one was around, so I assumed that since it’s so late…”
    Screaming out her startle, Tosh’s words were lost in the mattress when she was flipped over belly down on her bed. Mr. Richard pinned her down with his body, leaving one hand free to roam over her body.
    “Do you know what assuming does?” He teased her as he palmed her round ass cheek. “It makes an ass out of you and me.”
    Smack! His palm left a stinging handprint on her rump, and she instinctively screamed out in protest. The shocking part to Tosh was how she never thought to argue the obvious inappropriate behavior from her boss, but instead was ashamed at how she hoped another punishing spank would come down on her.
    Smack!
    “Perhaps you’ll need more training than I’d had thought…postulant?” Leaning over her, he took a deep whiff of her hair. “No doubt you bring other benefits with you, but there is definite room for improvement."
    Grinding his erection into Tosh’s back, she rolled her eyes back in ecstasy, only to be abandoned just as quickly as she was attacked. In a blink Mr. Richard was standing at the door, shifting his rock hard piece in his pants.
    “Don’t forget that you’re here to clean and work and not to partake in what the club offers. If you choose to sleep down here, then so be it, but you’re not welcome to pass through to the club at any time.” Leaning against the doorframe, he waited for her protests, but none came. “Is that clear?”
    “Afraid I might skip paying the cover charge?” She snorted, standing up to face her bully and falling back down, crippled by the cramping in her knees. She bit back the pain and faced him from where she sat, tight jaw and ready for a fight, but Mr. Richard was not ready to go back and forth and was able to silence her protests with his deep booming voice.
    “Is that clear?” he demanded again, pushing her back an inch with his voice.

Chapter 4
     
     
     
    Emerging from the dormitory bathroom, Tosh made her way back to bed, thankful for her forward thinking to pack an overnight bag just in case her interview ended in her favor. She was now soft and warm in her PJs, and after a warm shower her knees were finally feeling a little better and the inviting give of the narrow mattress left her a pile of