DEALT ( saving his soul )

Chapter Five

Jonathan Blue kept to himself, so like any other day; he was locked up in his office in his home. Deeply concentrated in his work. The mask was off but an expensive pair of rimless glasses were over his eyes.

He knew a new maid was supposed to arrive soon. Jonathan had heard Lan grumble about her lateness but that was the least of his concern. He was not one to pick a bone over such matters ; he deemed them petty . As long as she arrived and carried out her duties diligently , he did not care. Jonathan was a man who tried as much as possible to stay out of everyone's path and he expected the same.

Blinking tiredly, he looked at his watch. It was quarter to three in the afternoon and he had been stuck in the office since morning. Jonathan craved soothing tea. Since the day he fired the maid, which was only a day past , he had prepared breakfast, Lan bought him lunch then he made dinner. Frankly, he was tired. Jonathan was not a big fan of cooking; infact he loathed it.

With difficulty he decided to make a trip to the kitchen, but before he did , Jonathan clicked on his laptop to run a second daily security check in all rooms in his home through his cameras. Jonathan was sure Lan would have told him if the maid did arrive ,so he was quite surprised when he zoomed the screen to observe keenly the beauty in his sitting room.

She had lovely hair piled carelessly at the top of her head. Her eyebrows were neat and Jonathan could tell it was their original shape. He could not see her eyes for she looked down on the floor she moped but his gaze travelled to her lips and he gaped. Her lips though chapped ;they were pink , full and tempting. Jonathan's eyes made a mistake of travelling lower on her form. The white blouse she wore was tiny at her bust and the dear pitiful buttons were at the verge of breaking off and the skirt, though it was quite long , Jonathan could see it was too tight. He could easily make out her consuming figure.

Jonathan hissed, slammed an open palm on the desk and called his body guard as he seethed.

" Boss ? " He picked at the first ring.

" In my office, "

" Yes - "

Jonathan disconnected the call , cutting him off.

The man knocked then walked in a minute later.

" Boss ? "

" I asked you...not to send...sluts ! "

" She's no slut , boss, "

" Didn't you see...how she's dressed ! "

" Yeah ! She came in with a very loose nice dress, pretty decent to - "

" No ! You fool ! " Jonathan was losing his cool and he saw Lan's eyes widen in concern .

Losing temper was never healthy for him given his condition.

" Boss , please come down ,"

" I would, gladly...but not with...what she's wearing! "

" Boss, I don't understand, "

Jonathan simply switched on the huge screen on the wall in front of them to reveal the maid in an innocent, yet compromising position.

The maid was on fours, struggling to scrub a stain off the floor. A curly strand fell in her face , she ignored it as she now scrubbed the stain harder causing the buttons of her shirt to fly open. She gasped as a red lacy bra came to view and she struggled to cover up. It seemed the buttons broke off because she was now struggling to seal the huge gap with her small hands while she looked around, vulnerability raw in her black gorgeous eyes.

Jonathan heard Lan cough. His eyes snapped up to realize to his dismay, he had zoned out and Lan was seriously trying to keep a poker face to hide his amusement.

" See what I ...mean ! "

" Boss, the uniform is what is tiny. When she came in, she didn't look that well endowed , believe me. You can also see the rest of her is ,err! Pretty small, "

" I must fire...her, "

" What ? "

" Her body speaks...for itself a ...slut , "

" Boss, no, "

" Yes , Lan, "

" Boss, all your past maids never ever looked like sluts and yet they were. I say, you give her a chance. The only issue here, is that the uniform is small and probably she was too shy to tell me it wouldn't fit well. I will replace it immediately, "

Jonathan glared.

" Boss, give her a chance, "

He hesitated, " fine. "

" Sure thing , boss, " he turned to leave.

" And Lan? "

" Yeah ? "

" Stay away from...her, " Jonathan rasped.

" Of course, " Lan smirked and shot the huge man at the desk a knowing look.

Jonathan ignored him.

He got back to work or rather, he tried but he could not concentrate. With a scowl he switched on the screen again, this time the maid was in a larger uniform but it did not help matters. The shirt was still tight at her bust.

Her figure was uneven , it seemed surgically made up. That was supposed to keep him at bay ,but Jonathan was entranced.

I need to talk to her.

He almost jumped from his seat at his inner voice. Jonathan had never interacted with his maids but the pressure to do so in this case was overwhelming. In frustration, he opened a drawer and retrieved a black shiny mask.

After all , he also needed tea.

" Maid ? " He rasped into the intercom and watched her adorable face look up startled, " in my office. "

Jonathan trusted that Lan had shown her around the home.

A few minutes later, Jonathan heard a knock on his door.

" Come in, "

The door was opened , revealing the lovely maid. He watched her look at him in confusion then curiousity.

" You called sir ? "

" Name ? "

He watched her flinch at the upclose quality of his voice," Sir ? "

" Your name ? "

She frowned, " Sir ? Are you Mr. Jonathan Blue? "

He glared. That question seemed an insult, " get out ! "

" What ? Sir ? "

" You're fired ! "

" I'm sorry sir ! I'm sorry ! My name is Kayla. Kayla Lisha, "

Jonathan stared. He was still angry but he remembered the tea he craved so he let the matter slide.

" Your age ? "

" Twenty five, "

" Bring me tea, "

Jonathan watched her frown.

He could guess why. He was too brief then abruptly changed the subject. That made him seem strange. Jonathan desired to speak more , but he couldn't.

" How do you want it sir ? "

Here! On my desk... preferably with only your red lacy - whoa ! Stop it Blue !

" ... Sir ? Sir ? Sir ? "

" Sweetened with honey, " he answered immediately he snapped from his wicked thoughts.

" Very well sir , "

Jonathan watched the door shut and he knew the woman was going to be real trouble.

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He stared at the clock.

An hour and thirty minutes later, but still no tea.

Jonathan could feel himself growing angry. In normal cases, he would have left to prepare it himself then fired the girl later, but he could not bring himself to do it.

' Kayla ' had done two mistakes on her first day and he could not believe he was actually letting the matters slide.

He spoke into the intercom, " Maid ? "

Jonathan knew it was rude to address her in such a manner especially that he knew her ' name ' , but for the sake of upholding some professionalism , he had to. It established a boundary to ensure he behaved and controlled himself.

Then why did you even ask her her name ? He glared and shushed the voice. Since he became limited in speech , the talkative minion within him irritated him , it blurted out pure nonsense.

The door opened five minutes later , a trembling ' Kayla ' walking in with a cup of tea in hand.

" Sir , I forgot," she said and carefully tried to set the cup on the desk but she failed.

She was trembling and that made the cup slightly topple , the hot tea spilling a little to ruin the paper work in front of him. Something within Jonathan snapped and he rose from his desk; reached out and grabbed her arm in a painful grip then roughly pulled her round the desk to his side.

Jonathan tugged her hair in a slightly hurtful grip causing the mane to tumble behind her back but that is when he saw something shift in her eyes. There was no fear as Jonathan expected ,but there was guilt and restraint. Jonathan frowned. The woman was not what she seemed , but he released her all the same.

" I'm so sorry sir , " she whispered.

" Out ! "

" Sorry sir , " she tried to clean the mess.

" I said out ! " He rasped coldly. The quality of his voice rougher so that she cringed and ran from the room.

Jonathan cleaned up the mess. Luckily, the paperwork was not an important one so he just threw it in the bin and took a sip of the tea. He pocketed and looked out of the window, thinking about ' Kayla '.

Jonathan thought her behavior was purely out of fear at first but when he slightly yanked her hair , he realized the woman was guilty. But of what ?

Narrowing his eyes, he realized that the woman was not one to act defenseless. There was strength in the small muscles she had and he could tell because the pressure her small hands applied on his chest when he held her before ordering her out of his office was not a little. Jonathan sighed. ' Kayla ', he would figure her out and he gulped down the rest of the tea.

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