The Billionaire's Maid
“As a maid! At his freaking mansion! How terrifying is that?”
Sara gave me a mischievous smirk. “Penthouse,” she corrected with a chuckle.
“Mansion, penthouse—whatever the hell they call it. It was great when I was just cleaning an empty house with no one around to bother me. Now he wants to meet me in person, to discuss—God knows what!” I cried out dramatically, flailing my arms for effect.
“Well, if you’re that scared and nervous, we could always switch places. I wouldn’t mind being maid to a hot billionaire.”