Maid for the Billionaire
“Well, boss, your girlfriend came here earlier, and I told her that I’m a new helper here, but she didn’t believe me—”
“What girlfriend? I don’t even have a fling right at the moment! Don’t you dare lie to me, Samantha, I’m not joking,” his irritation was evident in his angelic face—what, angelic? Oh my god.
“Sir, why would I lie, it’s true, she came this morning while I was cleaning the library, tall, fair-skinned, hair up to her shoulders, brown, her clothes were lacking in fabric, and she was wearing high stilettos, and she introduced herself as your girlfriend, and she said you don’t accept helpers,” I explained to him.