Part I: Touch Me
CHAPTER TWO
Coreen's POV
LATER THAT night, she packed everything she'll need for a week as Liza's instructions. Their housekeeper has to stay inside the mansion for a week and her day off is on the weekend which is perfect for her. Wednesday morning, Liza picked her up from their house and her jaw almost dropped when she saw the Mansion. It was literally a Mansion with big fences and all. The only thing she can see is the roof.
This made Coreen gulp, surely they are not hiding anything, right? The wall's purpose is to keep out the outsiders and thieves, right? She... will make it out alive.... right? Is she overthinking this?
Coreen also noticed on the way how the other houses have a huge gap from this one. She felt the urge to run away but she restrained herself and just tightened her hold on the bag.
"Good luck, Coreen! If you have a problem or if you need something, just call me at my contact number I gave you, okay?"
"Yes."
She smiled at Liza and somehow, her hesitations lessened. Coreen has always been someone who's good at judging anyone by their looks. Liza reminds her so much of her good Aunt. She doesn't look like a bad person at all.
"All right, I'll go ahead." Liza waved one last time and drove away in a hurry.
'Why is she always in a hurry?' She wandered and waved at the car before opening the gate and was greeted by the beautiful sight of the elegant mansion.
"Wow." She exclaimed in amazement while closing the automatic gate behind her. It has a passcode that Liza made her memorize earlier.
The mansion is painted in all white making it look majestic and clean. In the middle is a two way staircase like what you see in movies. But how come she felt like a prey thrown into a Lion's den? To be eaten, played at, devoured?
She admired the well-cared garden, trees and lawn which made her think they must have an on-call gardener, and the large rectangular clean pool in the middle. Her eyes stared at the mansion again wondering how one person can stay in a huge mansion with so many rooms. Aren't they lonely?
Because if it's her, she'd rather stay in a small house with her loved ones.
Royce Sullivan, twenty six years old, hates human contact. And everything she has to know about the man including his favorite foods, hates, hobbies, blah blah, are listed down on the file Liza gave her.
She took a deep breath before exhaling and entering the left door indicated for housekeepers to use. The right door is where Royce is located and where he stays the most. She was not permitted to go there without his permission.
She was impressed by the design of the Mansion. If it looks good on the outside, it is better on the inside. It was very clean and there was no visible dust. The figurines all look good and modern. The floor is marbled gray and looks really expensive. She glanced around with her eyes and as she came to the right side of the mansion she gasped in surprise and her eyes widened. In the middle of the massive living room is a glass wall, separating her space and what she thought is Royce's space.
Isn't this a little overreacting? It's not as if someone will actually touch him intentionally, right? Or someone already did?
Her eyes searched for her new boss who she hasn't seen the face yet because Liza failed to give her a photo of him. Coreen just shrugged and stepped into the room she'll be staying in while she is here. The room is located on the second floor and the first room on the right as per the instructions. She immediately found it and breathed a sigh of relief that the wall was not glass but frowned when she saw an iron wall instead. She glanced around the room and she's satisfied by the simplicity of it. It's not small but it's not that big either. There is a queen size bed in the middle, a side table and chairs and a large cabinet where she can put her things. She also noticed a door that was probably the bathroom.
She put her bag on top of the bed and started to organize it in the cabinet. Then she took the only picture she had of her family and put it on the table, smiling sadly. One can't really tell what will happen tomorrow. She was a secretary from a law firm yesterday and now she's a maid.
'Mom, Dad, I can handle life no matter how difficult it is. I will fight for Rica. Just look after us, okay? I can do it because I know you're out there.'
She kissed the picture frame before rummaging through her bag again and grabbed the stack of papers. She grabbed the important ones about Royce and taped them to the dresser so she wouldn't forget them.
She looked up at the clock and saw that lunch time was approaching so she went out of the room. She immediately glanced at the other side of the Mansion to search for any soul in sight but froze when her eyes connected to a man now standing tall in the middle of the room while looking at her intently. Her body reacted differently to the way he was staring at her and couldn't help but swallow her saliva.
He looks like a model that came out of a magazine. Literally. He's only wearing a long black robe and her throat suddenly felt dry when her eyes dropped down to his beautiful body as he was not wearing a top. His defined muscles were in the right places and his abs seems hard to touch. He's also wearing tight black leather pants, shaping his thighs and legs perfectly. What caught her attention was him wearing leather gloves. Why would he have to wear it when she couldn't even approach him?
And inside the house too, really? Why does he look like he has a photoshoot or is it just her?
But despite what she heard about this man, Royce Sullivan is a sight to behold. She had never seen a man who could make her react the way she did. Coreen has dedicated herself to taking care of her sister so she ignored the opposite sex. None of them appealed to her, so why is she feeling this way towards him?
When she regained her senses, she scolded herself mentally. Was it obvious that she checked him out? To her defense though, she was just studying him. She avoided his gaze and searched for the kitchen. When she found it, she immediately looked inside the fridge. She grabbed a chicken, put it on top of the sink then she also pulled out some potatoes and carrots. She memorized the food he dislikes and likes and she will cook his favorite meal for his lunch today. She wanted to impress him with her skills. She may be a secretary but she's also a good cook. Her Mother taught her all she knows.
She started to chop the vegetables and though she could feel his gaze on her, she ignored it in fear that it would upset him. He may just be hungry and in need of food. 'Maybe the past maids are not that good at cooking that's why he's upset?' Coreen tried to convince herself.
"Who the fuck are you?"
Or not.
Coreen flinched a little at his tone and raised her eyes to see him leaning his forehead against the wall as he studied her. Isn't that creepy? Why can't she just cook in peace? Why does the dang wall have to be glass?!
"C-Coreen Moretz, Sir," she stuttered in answer. "Your new maid. I was hired by your Aunt Liza."
Coreen forced herself to look into his eyes and not his distracting body. Is he seducing someone or what?
"And what makes you different from them?" He snorted. "Liza just won't stop. How many times have I told her to stop sending women? You women are whiny, crybaby and just plain stupid, honestly." He taunted her with a mocking laugh, ticking her.
Coreen dropped the knife with a sigh and raised her eyebrow.
"And what makes you better than me?" She taunted back. "When you can't even touch me."
She didn't want to answer it but before she knew it, he insulted her right after meeting her. Her femininity, her personality. She will not just shrug off any sexist comments against her.
To her surprise, Royce only nodded. "True. True. "Do you think you're going to last?" He added challenging her gaze which she did not cower away from.
"Try me." She answered confidently.
And she will not back down.
*
Coreen moaned as she felt a gloved hand tracing her bare skin, caressing her body as if she were a rare porcelain. Each touch of his hand left a unique warmth on every part of her body. Heating her up, leaving her wanting more.
The hand trailed from her feet, her legs and thighs, stopping ever so slightly to trace a small circle on her skin, teasing her, making her pant in pleasure and anticipation. It did not stop until it reached her body. As the hand reached for her chest, she arched her back and bent her knee in surprise.
Warm Breath is suddenly blowing in her ear. "Coreen... your body is a sin," he whispered seductively, making her whimper with need. "I love the way you react to my touch. So damn responsive." He said huskily and she gasped loudly when he gripped her down there.
"N-no," she found herself saying, despite her body burning in pleasure. "S-stop."
"Why? Don't you like it?"
She whimpered and shook her head no. Her body screams yes but her mind strongly votes no.
"Then, why are you dreaming about it?"