Lexus.
"Not a word," I warned Dane, already knowing that his brain was firing up some inappropriate commentary.
His smirk widened. Never a good sign.
"Does she have a sister?" he asked, completely ignoring my warning.
"Her life is not my business. She's just the maid," I replied flatly.
"A maid that made you so horny you had to rub one off this morning as well," he shot back.
My gaze snapped up from my computer. This bastard always knows things that aren't his damn business.
"She's just the maid. Morning wood has nothing to do with her," I said, completely unbothered. "Once this week ends, you hand over the mansions and Maserati, she'll cease to be my maid."
Dane leaned back in his seat, stretching like he had all the time in the world to be an absolute menace.
"You know, my penthouse could use a bit of cleaning here and there," he mused. "And since your very hot maid will be out of a job soon…"
