House Keeping Novels & Stories

It's the only thing I really hate about this work. "Thanks for the breakfast," I say with a swift kiss before clearing everything into the dishwasher. Which reminds me of something. "You cleared up the mess from last quite well." Dean rubs the back of his neck and gives me a little nervous look. "Actually, that was Cindy, my housekeeper." Wait, what? Housekeeper? Alright, let's face it, he's a hard-working man, and the place is spotless. But I haven't seen her. "Where is she?"

She was always trying to keep up with the Texas way of saying things. She’d better get up, she did have a job to do here at the Triple K. Mags the Housekeeper. Well, the house wouldn’t KEEP itself! She went in and showered, then wrapped a towel around her. Damn, when will they make towels to cover Double Ds? She kept tugging on the towel as she stopped in the hall to tuck it back in around her boobs. “Well, hot damn! It’s the Double Ds at the Triple K.”

“Thank you so much.” “No problem, I hope you can find your way around easily. The apartment has a good electricity supply, thanks to back-up generators so you don’t need to worry about a power outage. Also, a housekeeper comes twice in month to tidy up so the apartment isn’t abandoned or gathers dust. You should be able to sleep here this night without having to do any cleaning.” “All I need is a roof over my head and this is already more than enough.” His phone rang and he informed me it was the boss.

"But I don't recall making any arrangements with Stellar Cleaners. Are you certain you have the right address?" The housekeeper consulted her notepad, her brow furrowing in genuine concern. "I double-checked the address provided, and it matches the one on our records," she replied, her tone carrying a mix of professionalism and perplexity. Blake expressed his gratitude to the housekeeper for her diligence despite the confusion. With a polite nod, he acknowledged the situation and the mix-up that had occurred. "Thank you for your time," Blake said, maintaining a polite yet puzzled tone. "It seems there has been a misunderstanding."

Housekeeping shouldn't open any drawers in an occupied room. One of her eyebrows raises higher, but she pretends to lock a seal over her lips and throws away the key. "I guess you'll never find out." "I guess not." Under no conditions am I going to enter someone's room and then look through their underwear drawer. "No, I've got to go. I'll see you later?" The housekeeping staff gets out of work two hours before I do, but Cammie normally stops to say goodbye when her shift ends. ...

She missed him everyday and wished she could turn the hands of time. But then, there was something captivating about the guy who was standing right before her. With his perfectly chiseled jawline and masculine voice, he had some effect on her. This wasn’t her mom’s doing. No, it was far from it. “This is the new housekeeper, Mason. He’ll be tending to the house everyday. He’ll be involved with the maintenance of the spick and span nature of this house. He’ll also be taking care of the kids.’” Stella, Kesa’s assistant said. She just snapped Kesa out of her thoughts.

I told Ken while absentmindedly playing with my black moon dust stone between my fingers. “Our house help will be resuming work tomorrow.” Ken told me. “House help? I thought you guys get people who do the house chores twice every week.” “We do. Annalise cooks, does the laundry and cleans the bathrooms. Nothing strenuous. Those guys you saw the other day thoroughly clean the whole house and sterilize it.” “Oh, I see.” I nodded. “Annalise.” “Yeah, she is like my second mother.” “When mommy dearest fails in her job.”

In the bedroom, two maids are busily cleaning diligently, Huldah is standing in front of the door and giving out instructions as if her life depended on it. "Hey, put that there! Remove that! Take that out of the room. You must make sure there isn't a hair of hers in the room."

And it's not a hotel, it's in the university. “That's right, you never know when we need you to clean up or do something for us. Most of the time we have guests at night and we need someone to attend to us. Also, we have a cook, don't worry about cooking. Your job will only be to clean the house, keep everything tidy and sometimes the pool. Don't worry about the garden, we have a gardener. There is also Stan who can help and advise you. He knows the running of the whole house. The place is almost always surrounded by security guards.

"Most of the guests just checked out, so it's cleanup before the next batch arrives. Try to be quick and quiet. No wandering off. Got it?" I nodded. We grabbed fresh linens and spray bottles from the housekeeping room, and she handed me a laminated checklist. I'd done this before, though not often. I knew the routine, strip the beds, wipe the mirrors, sweep the sand from the floor tiles. Still, there was something different about today. A buzz in the air I couldn't name.