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Diary of a Male Maid
 

Written By: Jennifer Foor
 

Copyright
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2012 Jennifer Foor
 

All Rights Reserved
 

Cover Art By : Wicked Cool Designs – Robin Harper
 

 

This book is a written act of fiction. Any places, characters, or similarities are purely coincidence. If certain places or characters are referenced it is for entertainment purposes only. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
 

No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.
 

 

 

 

 

 

Check out the other books by Jennifer Foor

(Contemporary Romance)
 

Letting Go - A Mitchell Family Series Book One
 

Folding Hearts – A Mitchell Family Series Book Two
 

Raging Love – A Mitchell Family Series Book Three
 

Risking Fate – A Mitchell Family Series Book Four
 

Wrapping Up – A Mitchell Family Series Novella 4.5
 

Wanting More – A Mitchell Series Book Five
 

Saving Us – A Mitchell Family Series Book Six (March2013)
 

Hope’s Chance (Contemporary Romance)
 

The Somnian Series (YA Paranormal)
 

Books 1-5
 

Coming Soon
 

Hustle Him (A Bank Shot Romance Book 2) April 2013
 

 

 

I would like to thank everyone that continues to support me through the good times and the bad. Without you, I would never stay so determined. I never realized how rough things would be when I started to follow my dream of writing. There have been so many nights of microwave dinners and ignoring my family to make these books what they are today.
 

 

Beta Readers
 

Jennifer Lafon, Amy Haigler, Karrie Stewart, Jennifer Harried, Erica Willis,  Sarah Thompson, Mechelle Lovell Jackson, Kim Eckley, Kim Person, Milasy Mugnolo, Rebecca Gentes, Heather Gunter
 

Web Design and Marketing by: Amy Haigler
 

 

Thanks to all of my new friends on my FB, Twitter and Goodreads.
 

Author: Amanda Bennett, Author: Elizabeth Buchanan
 

Author: Emily Snow Author: Michelle Valentine: Michelle Leighton
 

Thank you for spreading the word and all of the support you give.
 

Thanks to all of my other Independent Author Friends. (you know who you are)
 

Thank you to all the book bloggers out there spreading the word for me and others who write.
 

Maryse Book Blog, Into the night Reviews, Book Bitches, Word, Rockstars of Romance, Kindlehooked, Shh Mom’s reading, Totally Booked, Word, Reading is my time out, Stick Girl Book Reviews, Wolfels World of Books
 

Book Broads, Book Studs, Books Books Books, Reality Bites Books, Naughty Mafia Vegas, Smutty Book Whores,
 

What to read after fifty shades
 

Special Thanks to:
 

 

And everyone who has made this series the success that it is. I am forever grateful. Thanks to my family and my faith. With them, all things are possible
 

 

 

Chapter 1
 

 

If someone had told me that I would have been making this kind of money before I even finished college, I would have said they were insane. I wasn’t anyone that would have been considered a prospective success story. In my last two years of high school, I was more likely to be called the class stoner. I’d spent most of my time toking it up with my boys, instead of focusing on school. My GPA dropped, but my attitude stayed the same.  My mother had to fight for me to get my diploma, and community college became the only option of furthering my education.
 

I wanted to be a business owner since I was little; ever since the first time I stepped foot in a pawn shop. The idea of having my own store stuck with me, but with my lack of initiative, it never left my back pocket full of ideas. After two
years of community college and a lot of all night study groups, I was able to pull an A average in all of my classes. I was accepted into a four-year program, and began my adventure into a serious college environment.
 

Unfortunately, the economy hit my family hard and they were unable to continue paying my tuition. After much consideration, I dropped a couple of classes and started working two jobs just to get by.  I was now working more hours than I was sleeping and school plus work became overwhelming. I even considered dropping out of college. The problem was that I had literally turned my whole life around and I wasn’t willing to give it up because of a financial roadblock.
 

My girlfriend at the time had begun cleaning houses as an easy source of income. She had doubled her income and was working half the amount of hours that I was.  After she acquired too many clients to maintain by herself, she offered me a position assisting her. Her clients were extremely rich
and generous. Not only did they pay her well over what a normal house cleaner would make, but they also tipped her for her good work.
 

My first day on the job was a bit overwhelming. I never really had to clean an entire house before and had no idea what the job really entailed. Sure, the money was excellent, but the work was tedious. The first house we cleaned was for the rich family of a major business owner in the Baltimore area.
 

To protect the families involved, I have chosen not to provide any actual names. For the sake of the story, we will call my first clients the Smiths.
 

Mrs. Smith was a forty something brunette with bodacious breasts and the most natural plump lips I had ever seen.  She was very reluctant about me coming into her house without having a thorough background check done. My now ex, whose name is Karrie, explained that it was
necessary for clients to be able to trust anyone new that came into their homes.  I understood completely and provided her with all of my information to have the background check done.
 

The Smith’s house was on the schedule for twice a week. On Mondays, we would clean all of the bathrooms, the kitchen, and scrub all of the floors. On Fridays, we would vacuum, clean and change the sheets, as well as tidy up whatever we had cleaned on Mondays.  After two weeks, the job became easier, and between the two of us, we were able to do it in half the time that it normally took Karrie to do it.
 

We had been cleaning the Smith’s house for about three months before Karrie was offered an internship in New York City. She was studying fashion and it was a dream opportunity that she couldn’t pass on.   When she sat Mrs. Smith down to tell her the news, I was certain the woman would suggest she find someone else to clean her house. She never spoke to me much, and always made me feel a little uncomfortable because she would follow me around and
comment on my work.  I was utterly in shock when she asked if I could stay on, provided that my workmanship remained up to her standards.
 

Even after cleaning for this family for months, I was reluctant the first day I went there alone.  The woman’s children were my age, and I knew she wouldn’t have wanted either of them cleaning someone’s house for income.  I grabbed all of my supplies, loaded them into my Jeep and headed to the exclusive community that the Smiths lived in.
 

Unlike when Karrie and I had cleaned the house together, Mrs. Smith greeted me at the door. She usually never even acknowledged us until we had been there at least thirty minutes, so this was out of the ordinary. She opened the door and leaned her head against the side of it as I made my way up the stone landscaped sidewalk. “Hello, Sebastian.” She looked me directly in the eye.
 

Ever since I was in grade school, everyone called me Bastian, my mom and sister sometimes called me Sebby, but never Sebastian. My mother’s fascination with the Little Mermaid left me with an absurd name and the idea that somehow, I was named after a shellfish.
 

“Hello, Mrs. Smith,” I said as I walked toward her and proceeded into the house.
 

Mrs. Smith followed me inside and up the stairs to the bathroom, where Karrie and I had always started on Mondays. “Is there anything that you need from me before you get started?” She asked.
 

“No, I think I’m good.” I grabbed a bottle of Windex and got started on the mirrors.
 

She walked over and leaned against the sink. “Let me know if you do…need something.” She stood up straight and walked out of the bathroom, leaving me to work on the task at
hand. Of course, cleaning that house took me double the normal time, due to the fact that I was now a one-man show.
 

Karrie texted me a couple of times. She seemed genuinely worried that I wouldn’t be able to handle the job alone. After five hours, I finished everything on the list and approached Mrs. Smith for my check.  She was sitting on the oak desk in the sunroom that looked out into the pool yard. The first thing I noticed was that her hair was wet, from a fresh shower I assumed, and she was wearing a thin, red satiny robe. The robe hung open, leaving her matching red lace bra and panties exposed.
 

When she noticed me walking in, and I noticed her, I turned immediately to avoid feeling even more uncomfortable. “So sorry Mrs. Smith. I didn’t mean to just walk in. I just wanted you to know that I was finished and I was wondering if I could get a check for today.”
 

“Sebastian, darling, please don’t feel bad. I am not ashamed, if you aren’t.”
 

I still stood with my back facing her. The last thing I wanted to do was to get caught staring at her breasts, which by the way, looked fucking amazing under that thin robe.  
 

“If my appearance makes you uncomfortable, I can tie up my robe,” she suggested.
 

She was waiting for my response, which I really didn’t want to give. I took a big breath and turned to face her. I noticed that she had hooked the robe and was standing in front of the desk, about three feet away from me.
 

“Sorry, you just caught me off guard. Next time, I will call out your name or knock before I enter the room,”
 

She gave a half smile, which resulted in her plump lips stretching across her flawless face. “Maybe I don’t mind that you barged in at the very moment you did.” She grabbed a
white envelope off her desk, and as I watched, she tucked it deep into her cleavage, under the robe. “I have your money, but I was wondering if you would be interested in making a little more.” She licked her lips.
 

I considered that maybe I was just imagining any erotic vibe I was getting from this woman. With what I made from working at her house, I was able to do away with my second job all together. I couldn’t afford to be assuming the wrong thing. “Sure, what type of work do you need done? Did you need a new filter in your vents, or is there a clog in a drain or something?”
 

I know how that sounded, but I meant it in a total professional way…
 

“Hmmm, something like that.” She approached me and grabbed the bin out of my hand that held my cleaning supplies. “Why don’t we sit these down over here?” She sat
them on the floor beside the desk, and then she pulled on the tie to her satin robe.
 

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