Page 2 of The Housekeeper's Billionaire Boss
Her mouth dropped open. “No way.So I Married an Axe Murderer?”
His smile widened. “Really? No one has ever gotten that.”
“It’s one of my favorite movies.”
Taking the card from her, he whipped out a pen and quickly wrote on it. “That’s my address. I leave for work around eight thirty, so if you could be there a little earlier than that, that would be awesome.”
“The power of that movie never ceases to amaze me,” she whispered.
He laughed. “Yeah, me too.” Sticking his pen back in his pocket, he checked his watch. “Oh, geez, I have to go. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Molly watched as he waited for a car to pass and then jogged across the street. He was attractive, sweet, and he knew one of her favorite movies. If she wasn’t already dating someone, she’d be turning down the job offer and hoping he’d ask her out. Not that an employee couldn’t date their boss, but with the way things were in this day and age, you had to be careful with that.
Still, she had a new job working for a nice man. A very hot nice man. Grumbling to herself, she stuck his card in her purse and stood. She needed to get home, find some clothes that were good for cleaning, and make sure she got to his apartment on time the next morning. Tomorrow was going to be awesome.
Chapter 1
Six months later…
Closing his eyes,Josiah rolled his shoulders, trying to ease the tension that had built over the course of the day. Bringing work home over the weekend had been a chore, but it was necessary if he planned to go home for the holidays in three weeks.
Instead of spending his Saturday doing something fun, he was scouring available commercial properties. His newest client was a prominent figure in the Dallas community, Malakai Raven, the lead singer of Crush. Finding him the perfect place for a restaurant and making him happy could potentially boost Josiah’s career. Not potentially—it would definitely get him closer to winning the Realtor of the Year award and a commercial realtor award as well.
Not that he really needed it. He and his brothers liked to play the lottery, and three years ago, they’d become billionaires overnight. Thirty years old, and if he wanted, he’d never have to work another day in his life.
That wasn’t going to happen, though. His parents believed in hard work, and they’d instilled it in him and his siblings: Bear, Hunter, Wyatt, and Carrie Anne. His own desire to show that he could be successful pushed him too. Yeah, the money was great, but it did nothing to show that Josiah was accomplished. And that was something he wanted more than anything—his parents' respect.
“Long day?” asked his housekeeper, Molly Hines. With her head tilted, her short dark hair just barely touched her shoulders.
Man, she was beautiful, but he’d thought that since the moment he saw her. Six months ago, on a whim, he’d hired her after witnessing her manager firing her in front of an entire coffee shop. To Josiah, that was a horrible way to treat someone, and when he’d found her crying, he’d offered her a job cleaning his apartment.
At first, he’d thought about asking her out, but he’d learned shortly after she started working for him that she had a boyfriend. All notions of dating were gone at that point. He wasn’t the kind of guy to steal a girl.
He’d thought about asking if she was still seeing the guy, but he’d chicken out every time. What if she got offended? He didn’t want her to quit because he was too nosey.
Josiah stood, yawned loudly, and stretched. “Oh, I’m sorry. I think I lost track of time.”
Her eyebrows knitted together. “You work too hard, Mr. West.”
No matter how hard he tried to get her to call him Josiah, she wouldn’t, and she was only a year younger than him. Mr. West it was, and every time she called him that, it made him want to look for his dad, King. “Maybe, but I want to go home for the holidays with a clear calendar.”
He followed her into the living room and watched as she slipped on her coat she’d draped over the couch. She held up a finger. “Oh, before I forget. I’ve been meaning to ask about your holiday plans.”
“Yeah, I guess I need to let you know about that. I’ll be leaving Dallas the day before Thanksgiving and most likely won’t be back until the first of the year. Knowing my mom, I won’t be given a choice.” He chuckled.
Molly’s lips turned down ever so slightly. “Oh, okay. I don’t think you’ll need me if you’re not here.”
“Uh.” He scratched the back of his neck. He’d not thought that through, and he hated seeing the little frown. If she wasn’t working, she wouldn’t get paid. Maybe he could give her a bonus closer to Thanksgiving. “Well…”
She waved him off as she walked to the front door. “It’s okay, Mr. West. I’m fine.”
That was her typical response. In the last few weeks, he’d noticed not only was she saying it a lot more, but something was different about her too, like the dark circles around her eyes. He’d wanted to ask about it, but he’d felt awkward inquiring about her home life.
He walked her to the door. “Molly, I hope you know that if you need anything, you can just ask. I mean, I don’t want to pry, but...”
Her posture softened. “You really are wonderful to me already, and I couldn’t ask for a better boss. I’m fine, really, but I appreciate your kindness.”
“All right. I guess I’ll see you next time?”
