Alice, far from horrified by her new boss’ methods of discipline, embraces a new job, a new lifestyle and a new relationship.
Billionaire Vincent Vanderson holds his household staff to the same exacting standards that he holds himself. But when his newest maid, Miss Alice, responds so deliciously to her first discipline, his thoughts turn far more carnal than professional.
Reader Advisory: This book involves a brief reference to date-rape, anal rape and pregnancy from rape.
Publisher's Note: This book has previously been released as part of the His Domain anthology with Totally Bound Publishing.
General Release Date: 7th March 2017
“I began making and using cleaning agents from all-natural products when my son was quite young, sir.”
“Why is that?”
“He suffered from asthma and the harsh commercial cleaners added to his symptoms.”
“I see. And are you now going to tell me that the use of all-natural cleaners curing him?”
“Hardly, but I do think that by avoiding as many harsh chemicals as possible in the home, he had fewer flare-ups.”
Vincent Vanderson nodded, appreciating the honest answer. He’d had enough of housekeepers claiming that their natural regime would cure all ills.
“I am strict and demanding in my standards, you understand. Should you accept this job, you may live upstairs if you choose. You will be required to wear a uniform while on duty and refer to me as sir or Mr. Vanderson.”
“Yes, sir. I expect I will.”
“And what of your son now?”
“He is in his third year of college.”
Vincent’s eyes widened. This woman could be no more than thirty-five years old.
“I won’t go too far into your personal life, but will he be expecting to stay with you during breaks from school?”
“No, sir. We have a two-bedroom apartment which I have left to him. He sublets the second bedroom. He goes to school here in town, so I see him often.”
Alice Whitmore looked relieved that he had not asked too many questions regarding her past. While he couldn’t deny this piqued his curiosity, as her potential employer he really didn’t have a right to ask about details regarding her personal life.
“To be brief, sir, I was quite young when I had Emmit. My family wanted me to abort him, but I refused, and so they disowned me. I had been basically date-raped when I went to a high school party, you see, and no one, including me, knew who the father was. One minute I was drinking my first beer, and the next the sun was rising and I was naked on a friend’s couch. Nine months later, I was alone with a young child. A neighbor, Mrs. Simms, took me in and taught me about the old ways of cleaning. I kept house for her in exchange for food and board. She passed away two years ago and I’ve been supporting myself and Emmit on my own since then. Well, I suppose you could say that I’ve always supported the two of us, but Mrs. Simms became more like family to me than an employer. She was always there to help with babysitting and such.”
Alice thought back fondly on the old woman, a sudden stab of nostalgia piercing her heart.
“I see. And does Emmit also work?”
“Yes, he is self-supporting now. He has a full-ride scholarship to pay for his schooling and works part-time at the library to pay for his other expenses.”
“I see,” Vincent answered. “Here’s my offer. You will be on probation for this week. If all works out well, I will offer you the job. During this time, though, you will stay here and follow all of the rules in this booklet. After that time, if you decide to stay on, you may choose to continue living here if you’d like. If you have question, ask me at any time. Your salary may seem a bit low, but that will change after this week. Your compensation will also include room, board, health and car insurance, and a one-month paid vacation. If you choose to live elsewhere, you will be given a living expense stipend. You will also have two days a week off to be arranged through me and the other maid so that one of you is on duty between the hours of eight and four Monday through Saturday. If additional times need to be arranged, say for a doctor’s appointment or some other valid reason, come to see me and I will be as accommodating as possible.”
When he told her the actual amount of the ‘low’ salary, Alice was stunned by his generosity and quickly accepted. She wasn’t so innocent as to believe there wouldn’t be some catch to Mr. Vanderson’s magnanimous offer, but she’d have a week to decide if she wanted to work here permanently. Alice signed the papers then drove back to her apartment to pack up a few things. Within the hour, she was back at the Vanderson mansion, following a servant who led her to her room. She noted the old-world architecture of the home, but also the modern conveniences carefully added to blend in with the antique decor. For example, the HVAC vents were located close to the walls and painted to match the wooden floors, and the electrical outlets and switches were covered in matching. After walking up to the second floor, the servant, a handsome man who looked to be in his late twenties with neatly trimmed black hair and dark eyes, stopped before one door and opened it. He stood aside, allowing her to walk in before him.
Alice smiled when she surveyed her room, which was really more of a suite—a small bedroom complete with a queen-sized bed, wooden wardrobe, five-drawer dresser and vanity with matching cushioned seat. The dark blue curtains matched the bedspread and thick carpet. One door opened to a bathroom with a tub and shower, stool, cabinet filled with fresh towels and a stainless steel sink. Off to the left of the bedroom was yet another room, which contained a loveseat, an end table, two chairs, a black rug decorated with pink roses and a small writing desk with a matching chair. On the end table was an electric kettle, a teapot, two mugs and a variety of tea choices. A small leather-bound book sat on the desktop.
I've wanted to be a published writer all my life but have not had the courage, until recently, to actually submit my writings anywhere. I was raised in a very conservative, Catholic family in a very conservative Mid-Western small town (St. Louis is the closest city!). I've always been a bit of a rebel—wanting to forge my own path, state my own opinions. Erotic romances give me an outlet for both.
I also enjoyed writing poetry, but I am finding even more fulfilment in writing erotic stories. What else do I love to do? Cook, eat chocolate, drink wine or Jameson, listen to Celtic music, spend time with my amazing sons and sexy as hell husband, and entertain friends.
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