Page 2 of The Billionaire's Secret Twins

But now, I’m situated in a huge house in Austin which needs TLC.No property can run itself, and these old estates are especially prone to disrepair.When I bought the Holly Pines mansion, it was already crumbling at the edges, and so I had the roof re-done, as well as the interiors refurbished, and the pool completely torn out and re-filled.But day-to-day maintenance is also key to a well-run estate, and as a result, I’m looking for a housekeeper to oversee my staff.He or she needs to be professional, orderly, and with the right demeanor.This property is worth over ten million dollars, and I can’t have a doofus at the helm.

At that moment, a knock on the door sounds.It opens slightly to reveal Timothy, my personal secretary.

“Mr.Masters?”the young man greets.“Miss White is here to interview for the housekeeping position.”

Then, a young woman steps into my office and I catch my breath because this isn’t what I expected from Angela White.Granted, I didn’t read her resume, but I’ve already interviewed a couple folks today, and for the most part, they were matronly ladies in their 50’s with greying hair and round figures.

By contrast, Angela White is curvy, but she’s also young.She can’t be a day over twenty-five, with the bloom of youth on her pink cheeks.Her golden hair is tied neatly back, and she’s wearing a respectable blue dress that comes down to her knee.But nothing can hide the fact that Miss White is voluptuous with Double D breasts, a narrow waist, and wide hips.Her lips are a delectable petal pink, and big blue eyes meet mine across the room.

I gasp silently because the innocence in those blue eyes is breathtaking.They’re large, clear pools, and yet shadowed with something lurking deep inside.What could it be?Suddenly, I have an overwhelming urge to find out.

“I’ll just be outside,” Timothy murmurs before nodding.“Please let me know when you’re done.”Then, my secretary leaves, shutting the door quietly behind him, and I’m left in silence with the beautiful young woman.

“Welcome,” I manage in a normal voice.“Please, take a seat.”

Angela nods and sits primly, crossing her legs before arranging her skirt so that her knees are covered.

“Thank you for having me, Mr.Masters.It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

I nod, trying not to stare from across my desk.Yet she’s so captivating that it’s as if all the air has been sucked out of the room, and I’m having trouble getting oxygen.What the fuck is wrong with you?the voice in my head snarls.All of this because of a housekeeper?Please, motherfucker.You’ve fucked celebrities, socialites, and even a princess or two.She’s the help.Get over it.

I nod, knowing the voice is right.Still, I’ve never been a snob so I know that Angela being the help isn’t going to stop me.Hell, I’ve fucked hookers, prostitutes, and even my own stepsister in the past.That kind of shit doesn’t bother me, and I don’t regret a minute of my depraved actions.

But there’s no sense in showing all my cards at once, so I nod, keeping my expression smooth.

“Welcome to my home.I see here that you have some experience with housekeeping?”I ask, picking up the sheet of paper on my desk.Fuck, this thing could be a menu and I wouldn’t know because I’m so distracted that I can’t focus.All I can see is the voluptuous woman in front of me, and goddamn, but I’d love her push her down on my desk before parting her knees and sliding deep into that wet cunt.She’d fit me like a velvet vise, and my cock jerks at the dirty image.

But Angela has no idea of the filthy thoughts running through my mind, and nods.

“Please, call me Angie,” she murmurs.“Everyone does.But yes, I’m experienced when it comes to housekeeping.I used to work in Housekeeping as a member of the Clearview Resorts chain.I was most often at the South Street location, but I sometimes got called to Kennesaw or Ports Road.I’ve worked at almost all their locations.”

I nod, still trying to hide my physical reaction.

“I see.And what did you do as a member of Housekeeping?”

Angie blushes a bit, but doesn’t balk.

“Everything a maid does.I wiped off counters, made beds, vacuumed, and stocked amenities.I also sometimes helped in the kitchen if they were short-staffed, and even subbed as a valet on occasion.I’m a team player, Mr.Masters, and I’m more than qualified to manage your estate.”

I nod, steepling my fingers as if deep in thought.

“That’s great.I keep a staff of around ten here which you’d be in charge of overseeing, although we’re still adding to the team seeing that I’m knee-deep in the hiring process.I just moved to Austin, and we’ve been putting together the staff bit by bit.But I run a tight ship, and I demand a lot of my people.Is that something that intimidates you, Miss White?”

Angie blushes but shakes her head.

“Oh no, of course not.I’m not easy to intimidate, Mr.Masters.I’m spunky and feisty ...up to a point,” she adds quickly.“I’ve never antagonized any hotel guests, and I wouldn’t antagonize your staff either.You can count on me to run things like a well-oiled machine.”

I nod, rubbing my square chin with one hand.

“Great,” I rasp.“And can you tell me why you’re looking for a job?”I scan her resume quickly.“I see that there’s a gap of a few years in your employment history.Can you tell me why?”

For the first time during the interview, Angie pales a bit and swallows hard.I follow the gentle ripple of her throat with avid eyes, but she collects herself and looks me straight in the eye.

“I got married, Mr.Masters, and my late husband’s income was more than enough to support our household.Unfortunately, Ned passed last year and left me in a precarious financial situation.I’m fine for now, but if I don’t re-join the workforce I’m afraid I’ll be in dire straits.So I’m looking for a job.”

I nod, my black brows flying up.To be honest, Angie looks too young to be married, much less a widow.Then again, how old is this girl?I scan her resume quickly and read the date of her high school graduation before doing some quick mental math.Fuck, she’s only twenty-three!I’m practically double her age.

But I’ve always had a preference for young women.Don’t get me wrong because I appreciate females of varying birth dates, from all walks of life.But lately, it’s the young ones who’ve been doing it for me.I’m not sure what it is – their ripe figures, the innocence in their eyes, or hell, maybe I’ve just been getting old.More and more, I look in the mirror and see a man who’s seen too much of the world, and fucked too many other folks in the ass, both literally and metaphorically.The innocence of these young girls is the antidote to my general cynicism, and I like how I feel around them.I like how I feel around Angie, although she’s only been in my office for all of five minutes.

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