Their relationship was a series of small, domestic battles.
Fin.
He found her in the library, off-duty, reading his dog-eared copy of Jane Eyre . She blushed, shoving it behind her back. “I wasn’t snooping!” “You’re a maid who reads Brontë,” he said, a rare smile cracking his stony face. “That’s… terrifyingly attractive.” Her blush deepened. “Associates policy says I can’t fraternize with the client, sir.” “Then stop being so fraternizable.” Sex Associates - Cute naive Hotel Maid was Tric...
The manor was saved. Ellie became the estate manager (official title: “Chief Organizer of Chaos and Occasional Tea”). The “Premium Associates” agency sent a polite note terminating her contract due to “unacceptable fraternization.” Their relationship was a series of small, domestic battles
Leo rubbed his temples. His father had hired a temp from a “Premium Associates” agency. But this wasn’t a maid. This was a tiny, uniformed hurricane. She dusted his bookshelves while humming pop songs. She left cups of tea with a single, perfect biscuit balanced on the saucer. And worst of all, she kept calling him “sir” in a tone that felt suspiciously like teasing. She blushed, shoving it behind her back