Lead Me Home (Fight for Me #3)(121)

What I do hate is something that didn’t even cross my mind when I was younger. When I was younger, being on the poor side didn’t affect me as much as you would think. This isn’t a prosperous town and there are many families struggling to make ends meet. My story isn’t anything new.

But now that I left, that I’ve lived in New York, that I’ve seen the world out there, the world I could have had…I hate how society looks down on people like me. Housekeepers, cleaners, waitresses, blue-collar jobs, we’re only given a fraction of the respect that we deserve.

This is most apparent when you have brazen businessmen (and women) treating you like dirt when you’re on the job, making snide comments, giving you dirty looks when you’re just trying to get by, complaining about a non-existent mess that maybe another housekeeper did and then, of course, not tipping.

Today I work as quickly and efficiently as possible, keeping my mind free of distractions as best I can and just lose myself in the process. I have to admit, there is something rewarding about it, the fact that when you step into a room that looks like a bomb went off and you manage to make it look completely new again, you’re able to see the process. And at the end of the day, I can look upon the work I’ve done and feel like I’ve accomplished something.

I’m at the last room in my section on this floor and knock quickly on the door.

“Housekeeping,” I say loudly.

No response.

I knock again and notice there is no “Do Not Disturb” sign on the doorknob. “Housekeeping,” I say again, getting out my key.

I slide it in and the door opens with a beep.

I step inside to do my overall inspection, just to make sure that there isn’t anyone inside. Happens more than you’d think.

And as I do so, I nearly run into a man walking out of the bathroom.

A tall man. Like, a fucking giant.

A giant, naked, beast of a man.

I freeze on the spot and gasp and the guy keeps walking away from me down the room. He doesn’t seem to hear me. In fact, I swear he’s got swagger. Hot, naked-guy swagger.

I know I should quickly run out of there before he turns around and spots me. This might even be one of those encounters that I’ve heard about from other housekeepers, where there’s a naked guy who “pretends” he didn’t hear you knocking and your best bet is to leave immediately.

But this guy…

I can’t take my eyes off him.

I really, really should but he’s just so…tall.

Large.

Smooth tanned skin, impossibly broad shoulders, sinewy muscles that ripple down his back.

Then his ass.

Oh my god, his ass.

The fact that there’s a bit of a tan line against his tawny skin makes it seem extra firm, like a juicy peach I just want to get down on my knees and bite into and–

He turns around.

I barely have enough time to remove my eyes from his neither regions and bring them up to his face where I glance those damn wireless earbuds in his ears.

He’s listening to music.

Of course he is.

And he’s staring at me, these beautiful, sky-colored eyes open wide in shock.

“I’m so sorry,” I blurt out, fighting like hell to keep my eyes at his level and not at his dick, which he’s attempting to hide with his hand and even though it’s only in my peripheral, and he has large hands, his attempt is futile. You cannot hide that thing.

“I didn’t hear you come in,” he says loudly, a hint of an accent on his words, and then he takes out his earbuds with his hands, leaving his dick to hang freely.

Don’t stare, Maggie, don’t stare.

Instead, I gawk.

That’s one hell of a dick.

I swear I even see it twitch under my gaze, this long, dark meaty looking python that has me wishing this was a porno so I could drop to my knees and suck him off with abandon. I’ve never had a penis that large and beautiful near the vicinity of my mouth before but I bet I could figure out what to do with it.

And while I’m staring dumbly at it, my key card slides out of my hands and onto the floor.

“Shit.” I snap out of it and bend over to pick it up.

Just as he bends over to pick it up.

Frightened by the proximity of his giant penis, I flinch and straighten up.

Banging the top of my head against his jaw.

“I’m so sorry!” I yell again while simultaneously backing up, holding the top of my throbbing head.

He’s even more dumbfounded than before, grabbing his jaw with one hand, staring at me in confusion.

“I’m so sorry!” I say again, aware that I’m yelling and I manage to turn around and head toward the door before I can assault him again.

“Uh, Miss,” he says just as I’m almost free, “your key.”

Fuck!

I turn around and see him walk toward me, that fucking dick of his swinging freely like a battle-axe, holding out my key between his long fingers.

I slap my hand over my eyes so I can’t see anything at all, manage to grab the key from his fingers and then quickly turn and scuttle away. I’m pretty sure I mumble something like “I’m sorry,” or even “penis” as I go, but thankfully I make it to the hallway and pull the door shut.

“Holy shit,” I mutter to myself before pushing my housekeeping cart down the hall as fast as I can, my face burning up. “Holy shit.”