My heart raced and my palms grew sweaty as I pushed him away. His smirk infuriated me, and I could feel the heat of a bright blush burning my cheeks. How dare he suggest such a thing!
"No sir! I'm here cleaning your room because Kennedy asked me to. I didn't mean to intrude on your private moment with your woman, but I expect you to remember that I still deserve respect."
His eyes narrowed and his jaw clenched as he took in every word. His gaze lingered on my face for an eternity before his eyelids shut tight.
"Leave," he spat out coldly. "Don't bother coming back to clean this room." With those words said, he stormed away from me.
Anxiety set in as I scrambled to collect my cleaning supplies and hurried off. This mansion was supposed to be the answer to all of my dreams, yet
