Typist #2 - Spanking the Billionaire Novelist
“I took his not-too-subtle hints (mostly him saying, “Oh, are you still here?”) and left the room so he could hang out by himself.
I got some dinner from the fridge, nuked it, and sprawled out on the biggest sofa to watch the new James Bond movie. The thing I warmed up was, upon closer inspection, a salad that was probably meant to be eaten cold. I ate it anyway, and it wasn't bad.
The next morning, I woke up, still on the sofa, wearing my clothes from the day before. Someone had tucked a blanket over me, which was sweet. There was a noise happening, and I thought the cappuccino maker was running, but it was actually a vacuum cleaner.
I wasn't alone.
A stranger was in the cabin, vacuuming.
I sat up, dramatically and fully awake.
She turned off the vacuum cleaner and said, “Sorry, but I already finished the dusting and the quiet things.” The woman was young and pretty, with black hair tied back in a ponytail, and big, blue eyes.
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