The Master's Maid

Chapter 2

Lexi’s POV

The guy was staring at me with wide eyes. And I was staring back – equally baffled.

He. Was. Gorgeous!

As in drop-dead beautiful. Sleek face, a jawline sharp enough to cut paper, neatly cut black hair and a 5 o’clock shadow that made my virgin eyes fill with tears. My jaw was lost on the floor somewhere and my brain had completely malfunctioned, barely being able to keep basic functions on. My heart rate was through the roof, my stomach had turned into a hoard of butterflies and my legs were now made of Jell-O.

Yippie me…!

For what seemed like an eternity – but in reality, it was only a few seconds – we just stared at each other. Finally, I managed to pull myself together and talk--- or something like that…

“I’m-I’m so sorry!” I finally exclaimed when I was gone being completely dumbfounded. “I-I didn’t realize---”

Damn, what was wrong with me? It’s not like this was the first hot guy I’d ever run into. I’d opened my mouth to apologize some more before leaving the room.

But that’s when I noticed his eyes…

I mean, I’d seen a lot of different eye colors before. Everything from blazing blue to honey-colored brown and moss green, but I’d never seen a guy with blood-red eyes before…

“Are-are you OK?” I asked, unable to hold my curiosity. “You’re eyes---?”

As if that snapped him out of a trance, he snapped his face away from mine.

“s**t! I’m---,” he tried to reply while getting out of the bed. But for whatever unbelievable reason, his legs got tangled in the sheets and he fell face-first on the floor, making even me flinch.

“s**t!”

I heard him mutter again, but before I could get to him, he was already upright and struggling to find his footing.

“Yeah---! My eyes. They---erm…,” he continued while fighting the sheet that had caught onto one of his long legs, while also trying to cover his slightly pink face with one hand.

I guess to hide his eyes…?

“It-it’s a-a---AH!”

And he fell again, barely catching himself on the bed, trying to kick the sheets off his feet before he finally managed to duck into the bathroom. Confused, I just blinked and watched in astonishment.

What the---?!

Now that’s not something you see every day…

“It’s a morning thing,” he explained from the bathroom to a still-baffled me. “They-they get red in the morning. It’s a medical condition, so nothing--- unusual?”

I didn’t know if I was supposed to laugh or run or have sympathy for the guy. Other than being freakishly tall, he seemed pretty harmless and the way he blushed indicated that this had been a total accident. In a normal situation, I would just have left and come back tomorrow. But seeing the guy first faceplant the floor made me feel really bad for him. And then his eyes had been so unnaturally red, it stirred strangely something deep inside of me. I didn't know what to do and, quite frankly, they just didn't have a protocol for something like this.

He reappeared in the bathroom's doorway still in nothing but boxers!

My poor virgin heart was ready to beat out of my chest. He was really tall and I wouldn’t be surprised if he was kicking 7 feet. He had pitch-black hair and – once his lenses were in – had rather ordinary brown eyes. Which made me frown.

I sort of liked the red…

“Too bad,” I said, forcing my eyes to stay on his face. “The red was kind of beautiful.”

“Really?” he said, blushing like a schoolboy. I grinned. I’d never seen a man this good-looking being this shy. I mean…

His body was flawless!

His muscles looked like they were carved out of marble. His arms and legs fit, without being big and bulgy, like an athlete or a swimmer. His chest was toned and firm, sporting two perfect squares that generously carried my eyes down his impressive six-pack. It should be illegal to have abs that perfect. Not to mention that V-line that---

Uh-la-LA!

The outline in his boxers seemed quite impressive…

For fudge's sake, Lexi! Pull yourself together!

“Uh-uh,” I nodded, unable to take my eyes away from his perfectly sculpted body. And what did he do? He flashed me the most perfect grin, blushing, and flexed his bulging biceps, rubbing the back of his neck.

Oh, be still my heart!

To avoid a heart attack, I forced my eyes away from his body and focused on his face only. Not that that helped much.

Oh, smackers!

Why did this guy look like he just fell from the heavens?!

“Listen, I’m-I’m very sorry about th-that---,” he stuttered and tried to gesture the bed. I followed where he pointed, but to no one’s surprise, there was nothing there! Why was I looking at the bed again?

Oh, right!

Damn it, I cursed and forced myself to look at his now boring eyes. Why did it feel like the man had a magnetic effect on me? Everything in my body and brain seemed to be pulling me toward him…

“Uh-uh,” I nodded again, feeling my face burn at this point. I didn’t trust my voice to do or say anything right in the presence of freaking perfection!

“I’m not even supposed to be here, I swear,” he continued in an apologetic voice.

“Oh!” I nodded again, feeling my stomach clench just hearing him talk. And no, it wasn’t in a bad way either. Oh, smacks! Fallen angel boy was going to make me sin…!

“I-I just had a-a long night last night--- Not that I usually do that, but my brothers were in town and-and--- We’re actually close, so it’s not that I never see them or anything, but---” he continued, looking as awkward as I could only imagine he felt.

“Uh-uh!”

Oh dear, help me! He’s adorable!

“So yeah---,” he stopped his own ramblings and just looked at me, with the biggest innocent puppy eyes I’d ever seen! And just it struck me!

Oh. My. GAAAAWD!

Was he seriously one of those cute, gorgeous-looking guys who were adorably clueless about how fudgingly gorgeous they were?!

Impossible! I argued with myself. They died out around the same time the dinosaurs did!

“It’s fine,” I blurted out, finding it hard not to either laugh or pity the guy. “I just need to clean the room and make the bed.”

“Oh!” he suddenly exclaimed, as if he had just now noticed my uniform. “Yeah! I mean--- of course! That-that would be your job!” He continued in an apologetic voice. Yet he didn’t move. He was still nervously scratching the back of his neck.

“You want to stay and watch?” I asked, knowing there was no way in hell he would stick around. The guy was a walking contradiction. Hot as hell, shy as s**t, and awkward as f**k. An odd combination but…

I sort of liked it…

“No! I’ll-I’ll leave you to it,” he said, and like a bat out of hell, he rushed past me and out the door. I tried to stifle a laugh but didn’t move.

I wonder how far he’ll get before he’ll realizes he’s still naked…

“s**t!”

Echoed from the hallway and a second later, a flustered red honk reappeared in the doorway. I had to force my eyes to stay on the carpet, but it was impossible not to feel his gaze burning holes in the side of my head. And it was equally impossible not to hide the smile that was forcing its way across my lips.

“I’ll-I’ll just grab a change of clothes and---” he excused himself, but remained in the doorway. “I’ll be out of your hair! Not literally, but---”

“You do that, big guy,” I cut off his nervous ramblings before he dug himself into an even deeper hole. As cute as he was, I wasn’t going to torture the poor guy and help him get out of a tight spot. “I promise I only come barging in once a day.”

He grinned and quickly rushed over to the chair, grabbing a pair of sweatpants and a black T-shirt. Then he awkwardly made his way past me again and disappeared down the hall.

I grinned and started to clean up his mess.

That was--- quite something!