Page 9 of Maid for Daddy

“Hey, Samantha, what do you do for fun?”

“Nothing.”

He tilts his head at me and purses his lips.

“I mean, I haven’t been here long. I’m from New York.”

“A New York girl? Then you must really know how to party.”

“No, not really,” I say, feeling uncomfortable from the way they’re both feasting on me with their eyes.

“We could teach you how to party,” Shane chimes in, stepping way too close to me. “Give me a shot and I can teach you a whole lot of things.”

“Yeah, we can watch movies and chill. You know, get to know each other better,” Jeremy adds, making me even more certain that they’re the creepiest guys in New Hampshire.

Sherry slaps the boy with the invoice. “Leave her alone. She doesn’t want you.”

“How do you know? She might want both of us. We’ve had that happen before you know. The King's housekeeper used to love getting naked and doing all sorts of things with us. What about you, Samantha? Want to fuck our brains out?” the boy laughs.

His sick little joke ends abruptly when Stephen steps into the room.

“What did you just say to her?” Stephen growls.

“We didn’t see you there, Mr. Stockton. It was a joke. We always fool around with the kitchen staff. We didn’t mean anything.”

“Fool around?”

“I mean joke around. That’s what I mean.”

“Get out of my house,” Stephen says.

The boys drop their crates and make a beeline for the backdoor. Stephen follows them and points a finger at them. “Tell your boss that you’re not allowed here anymore. If he needs to verify that, he can call me.”

“But…this is our route. If we can’t deliver to you, he might fire us,” Shane blurts out.

Stephen slams the door in his face, turns to me with fire in his eyes, and grabs me by the arm, taking me to my quarters. He opens the door and pulls me inside, pressing me against the wall.

“Did they touch you?” He looks me up and down.

“No. They were just being jerks. This isn’t the first time something like this has happened to me.”

“It’s the last time someone ever touches you against your will. I will break the hand of anyone who does.”

I cringe at the thought of him being angry with me. Tears burst from my eyes and flow down my cheeks. “I’m sorry. I didn’t do anything wrong but I’m sorry.”

He brushes the tears from my face with the side of his hand. “You didn’t do anything wrong. They did. They don’t get to talk to you like that. Nobody does. I won’t stand for it, you hear me?”

Stephen snaps his eyes shut and breathes slowly. “Look, there are things you don’t know about me. I was raised to take what I wanted by whatever force was necessary. I’ve done things I’m not proud of. I’ve hurt people…badly hurt people. It’s taken a long time and a lot of work to control my propensity toward anger, but when it comes to you, all bets are off. I want to beat those kids bloody right now, do you understand?”

“Yes, but…you aren’t angry at me, right?”

“Jesus Christ, little girl. No, I’m not angry with you. I’m losing my fucking mind over you.”

He looks deeply into my eyes, takes my face in his hands, and kisses me. It’s a deep, long, passionate kiss that makes my knees go weak. “I don’t want another man to even look at you.” He kisses my face and neck, taking my hands and holding them down at my sides as he presses his body against me. His tongue glides between my lips and I welcome it.

Bang, bang, bang!

“Is she coming back out? I need help with this meat,” Sherry calls from outside the door.

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