Jax In A Maid Dress Novels & Stories

“You’re going to help me, right?” Kael focused intently on his meal. “Eat faster.” “Traitor.” Jaxen muttered, bolting from the table like a man fleeing execution. I cleared my throat and turned to Kael. “So… about the dress.” He looked at me blankly, mouth still full. “How do we even get one?” I continued, watching for any reaction. “Would I really look like a misplaced warrior in one? I’ve worn dresses before. I’m still the same person… right?”

Elegant people in masks and expensive clothing moved through the space like predators, some collared, some holding leashes, some simply watching. I felt completely out of my depth in my simple black dress and heels. Jax walked beside me like he owned the air itself. He was dressed in a black button-down with the sleeves rolled up, exposing those powerful tattooed forearms. His presence was a physical force — every person who saw him straightened or lowered their eyes in respect. He kept one hand lightly on the small of my back as he guided me through the main floor. The heat of his palm burned through the thin fabric of my dress.

I put my phone aside, eventually and carefully peeled off my blouse and jeans as I squeezed my body into the maid uniform. Ever since I started earning money from Dominic, I started to gain a few pounds and bits of flesh in the right places, so the maid uniform started to fit me less and less. If I had continued to earn that type of case from him, by the following week, the uniform would be ripping, and it would be much harder to get on.

Jenny blinked her eyes. “I am not sure about your concern, Madame!” The maid muttered, handing over the dresses in her hand. Jenny rolled her eyes, scanning the dress. She doesn’t want to reject the gift after all; Austin sent the dress with some care. "Okay, I’ll wear it.” The maid nodded her head in response but was not ready to go out. “Okay, now you can go.” Jenny muttered when she felt strange in her strong presence. “I am here to help you, Madame.” The maid smiled.

I hadn't expected to feel anything. I really hadn't. But there I was, sitting across the room, watching Jaxon laugh with the woman his mother had practically dragged him over to. She was an heiress, tall and impeccably dressed in a designer dress that probably cost more than my rent for a year. Her golden locks fell down her back, like an ad for some shampoo, as she stared into Jaxon as if he held the answer to every one of her prayers.

“You're so pretty and lucky to be their maid. Come with me, I'll take you to the my room and show you a lot. Maybe you can even set up Draven with me so I can have him. This is my only chance now that he's here and I can't mess it up.” A maid? I almost choked at her words and looked down at myself to find out the meaning of her words. She was dressed in elegance, a Victoria secret black sequin gown with a strapless shoulder, her makeup up was classy and perfect and her heels were definitely one of a kind whereas, I was dressed in casual sweatpants and a baggy top that made me look homeless. She dragged my hands even before I could protest and took me to her room which looked like I stepped i

JANE's POV “Do you enjoy making me mad and upset? Why didn't you watch your back? “I’m sorry, sir; I didn’t know you were standing up close. “You look a mess; you are lucky it didn't spill on my floor; otherwise, you would have mopped it until I could see my face on the floor. “My dress is condemned, sir; I cannot go back like this. Can I shower in your bathroom, please, and change into something else? “Do you think I have women's clothes in my closet? Does my house look like a boutique? You can shower but I do not have any female wear for you. When you come out, I might consider lending you any of my casual outfits or not. “Thank you, sir. “Do not thank me yet, and you better not waste time

He wasn't dressed in the rags of a prisoner or the tactical gear of a soldier. He wore a heavy, fur-lined robe that looked like a modern take on a King’s mantle. He moved with a grace that was entirely too comfortable, stepping toward a literal throne-like chair situated at the head of the hall. He sat down, crossing one leg over the other, a wicked, triumphant grin spreading across his face. “Hello, V,” Jax said, his eyes gleaming with a light that made Akeem look like a saint. “Maria or Teresa, whatever we’re calling the liar today. And look, little Mia is here to join the show. How cozy.”

Somehow the maid convinced Jasmine to put the bustier thing (which she called an overnji) over the bandeau and at least look at it. “It’s very respectable,” the older woman reassured her. “My daughters wear it all the time.” “I look like a harem girl,” Jasmine muttered, staring at the midnight blue overnji and white bandeau she’d been conned into. Wiley smirked and grabbed the dark blue sash. She wound it low about Jasmine’s hips and knotted it. “There,” she said, putting her hands on her hips and standing back to look over her creation. “Now you look like a harem escapee turned pirate.”

He said as he walked away. Pushing my room door, I looked at my bed, where I saw my new outfits everywhere. Shaking my head, I walked toward the closet then packed all the clothes inside. When I was done, I walked toward the bathroom. Then I took off my clothes before turning on the shower. Then stepped into the shower. A sigh left my lips as I washed my body, my hands in my hair. What next, I'm a maid now, this is a job right? But I can't leave here.