Completely Spotless Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

I undressed in the quiet, the city a soft hush at the windows, and by the time I was naked the reply finally landed. Blondie: Bed… but don’t worry I put down a large towel and took it with me to wash. You’ll get it back spotless. My vision narrowed, the single word flaring like a match. Spotless. I let the idea of her in my bed unspool—face burrowed in my pillows, breath catching, knees braced, that resolute little furrow between her brows when she concentrates. The whole apartment carried her scent after day one; the bedroom had kept it like a promise. It was stronger now—jasmine, amber, and something warmer threaded through the cotton.

huge. There’s a massive glass shower, a sleek bathtub that looks like it belongs in a five-star hotel, marble floors that shine under the soft lighting, and everything, everything is spotless, neat, perfect. The air smells incredible…..like something soft and expensive I can’t even name. I take a slow step forward, still looking around. “You could literally live here,” I whisper. And I mean it. This place is bigger than some actual rooms I’ve seen…. mine included. Everything is arranged so perfectly, so elegantly, that I almost feel underdressed just standing here.

Cynthia has always been inquisitive and a pain in her ass. "Do you need anything?" She asks sweetly, turning to her, completely ignoring her question. "No, was just wondering where you were taking those things and what you need it for" "As you can see it is a broom and parker used for cleaning. I am off to do some chores" "Okay, need a hand?" "No!" She said a little too harshly before correcting herself, and didn't want to raise any suspicion. "What I meant is I am off to clean the master's room, so there is no need for you to come with me. I can handle it myself"

Fiona asked, after Posy had spent nearly an hour on the foyer alone. "Yes, Mother! All spotless!" Posy replied, forcing a bright smile, though her arm muscles screamed in protest. Fiona walked closer. She ran a gloved finger along a corner of a frame. A faint smudge appeared on her glove and Fiona raised an eyebrow. "Spotless, you say? I believe I see a few missed spots. And your cleaning is quite pathetic. The glass is streaky." Posy's heart sank. She scurried back to the mirror, furiously rubbing at the invisible streaks. "Oh! My apologies, Mother! I'll fix it right away!"

By sunset, that ache had turned into a throbbing, dripping need. No boyfriend. No rules. Just seven days to be a greedy, horny slut. I grabbed the resort tablet and opened the Concierge app. Private Companions. I selected exactly what I wanted: Male. Very tall. Extremely muscular. Hung like a fucking horse. Expert tongue and stamina. No limits. One night. I hit submit, already soaked. Thirty minutes later, a firm knock sounded at the door. I opened it and felt my pussy clench at the sight of him.

This is going to be as easy as I think it'll be. I look away from him, the freak, and aim my sight at the flawless white wall. Every piece of furniture in the room is colored white. Everything seems to blind my vision. They appear untouched by nobody. I look down at the tiled floor, and my frame reflects on it. It's a heavenly room, I swear. I'm clean with mine, but this? It's indescribable.

The silence in the house wasn't peaceful—it was the thick, watchful quiet of a predator's territory. Grey flicked on the lights, his movements stiff as he surveyed the remnants of Tessy's occupation. The air still carried her expensive perfume, now mingled with dust and the fading scent of police investigation. Lisa dropped her bag by the door, her fingers brushing against something wedged between two loose floorboards. A worn leather portfolio, covered in a fine layer of plaster dust. "Grey? What's this?"

I know, thank you" I replied. She left the mall, then I started walking round looking for what to buy. After searching round, I settled on a red handless gown with sparkles at the chest region to the waist level, she could use it to go on a date, I thought. I added a box of Diamond jewery with black heels to match the dress. After the gifts were wrapped, I paid for them and left the mall.

I wiped my hands on my apron, glancing around the living room one last time. Everything had to be perfect. The cushions were fluffed, the floors spotless, and the scent of lemon polish still lingered in the air. I had spent all morning scrubbing, rearranging, making sure not a single speck of dust dared to show itself.

Olivia’s POV: The place doesn’t feel unused, but it’s chilly considering the season and warmth will complete its perfection. I’m also sure he must have had a cleaner recently as there is not a speck of dirt and the whole place smells fresh with a washcloth hanging on the tap over the sink. It looks damp and is hung neatly to dry out. Everything is gleaming from a very recent scrub, most likely in the last few hours. It’s cute that he got this place worthy of a visit. As always, his attention to detail is something we have in common.