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engraved with a large M that looked suspiciously like real gold. Barely managing to focus on the name printed there in her nervousness, she finally made out Simon Magnus, Magnus Industries . Even his name sounded like a fancy rich guy that probably came from generations of money. Could she get anymore screwed? “What—”
“You can work off your debt. Come to my office at seven p.m. tonight.”
She glanced down at her neat maid’s uniform with its cheerful company logo emblazoned on the pink polo shirt, and it clicked. He wanted her to clean his office until she had worked off her debt. With a nod, Keela slipped the card into her pocket. “Yes, Mr. Magnus.”
“Don’t be late.”
“Yes, sir.”
Looking just a little less angry, he waved his hand at her. “Go now, if your wreck on wheels will start. I have to call a tow truck.”
She resisted the urge to thank him for not calling the police to report the accident. Driving without insurance would have been a costly infraction. Her stomach was still tight with knots as she got back into her Nissan. It started with the third try, which was typical, and she backed away before easing around the crushed car. Catching a glimpse of a horse on the car made her think it was a Ferrari, though she couldn’t be sure.
How many hours would she have to spend cleaning his office to pay for the missing bumper and crumpled frame? The idea was daunting, since she was already working two full-time jobs with shit pay. Was it even worth it? Maybe she should just throw in the towel now and go to the bankruptcy attorney’s office tomorrow morning.
She shivered slightly as she remembered his vivid blue eyes. It was embarrassing at twenty-three years old to admit she would seize any excuse to see him again, even if the circumstances involved more cleaning—a task she had always hated that had grown to pure loathing during the last six months she’d spent working for the maid service.
Chapter Two
That evening, she arrived at the steel and glass building in the heart of the city. Feeling a bit lost, she approached the parking garage attendant’s cubicle warily, but was surprised to find she had a badge waiting for her. Keela smiled a bit when she saw the name recorded on it: Distracted Driver . Oops, she hadn’t given Mr. Magnus her name.
She drove to the designated employee space the attendant had assigned her and parked her car. It looked out of place among the late-models surrounding her, all from expensive manufacturers like Lexus and Mercedes. Apparently, working at Magnus Industries paid well. Perhaps he would overinflate the value of an office cleaning, and she wouldn’t have to do it for long.
It had been silly, but she had taken time to shower before coming to his office. It would have been more practical to come from her last job without the need to rush, but she couldn’t face him without feeling clean and looking somewhat presentable.
Discreet signs pointed the way inside the building, and she smoothed down the black T-shirt over her dark jeans. They weren’t her newest pair, since she would be cleaning, but they flattered her rounded hips and bubble butt. She had an hourglass frame, though her mother and sisters kept harping that she should gain a few pounds to add more padding to her top area. They liked to joke she was a few minutes shy of an hour in her bust line.
A large reception desk shaped like a horseshoe dominated the middle of the floor where she exited the walkway from the parking garage. She half-expected a perfectly coiffed blonde receptionist, but found only Mr. Magnus himself leaning against the polished mahogany.
He was even more attractive with the jacket removed and his sleeves rolled up. The tie was gone, and he seemed more approachable. For one thing, he wasn’t glaring at her. His lips were more neutral than curved into a smile, but it was an improvement over his anger from the scene of the accident that afternoon.
“You’re a few
“You can work off your debt. Come to my office at seven p.m. tonight.”
She glanced down at her neat maid’s uniform with its cheerful company logo emblazoned on the pink polo shirt, and it clicked. He wanted her to clean his office until she had worked off her debt. With a nod, Keela slipped the card into her pocket. “Yes, Mr. Magnus.”
“Don’t be late.”
“Yes, sir.”
Looking just a little less angry, he waved his hand at her. “Go now, if your wreck on wheels will start. I have to call a tow truck.”
She resisted the urge to thank him for not calling the police to report the accident. Driving without insurance would have been a costly infraction. Her stomach was still tight with knots as she got back into her Nissan. It started with the third try, which was typical, and she backed away before easing around the crushed car. Catching a glimpse of a horse on the car made her think it was a Ferrari, though she couldn’t be sure.
How many hours would she have to spend cleaning his office to pay for the missing bumper and crumpled frame? The idea was daunting, since she was already working two full-time jobs with shit pay. Was it even worth it? Maybe she should just throw in the towel now and go to the bankruptcy attorney’s office tomorrow morning.
She shivered slightly as she remembered his vivid blue eyes. It was embarrassing at twenty-three years old to admit she would seize any excuse to see him again, even if the circumstances involved more cleaning—a task she had always hated that had grown to pure loathing during the last six months she’d spent working for the maid service.
Chapter Two
That evening, she arrived at the steel and glass building in the heart of the city. Feeling a bit lost, she approached the parking garage attendant’s cubicle warily, but was surprised to find she had a badge waiting for her. Keela smiled a bit when she saw the name recorded on it: Distracted Driver . Oops, she hadn’t given Mr. Magnus her name.
She drove to the designated employee space the attendant had assigned her and parked her car. It looked out of place among the late-models surrounding her, all from expensive manufacturers like Lexus and Mercedes. Apparently, working at Magnus Industries paid well. Perhaps he would overinflate the value of an office cleaning, and she wouldn’t have to do it for long.
It had been silly, but she had taken time to shower before coming to his office. It would have been more practical to come from her last job without the need to rush, but she couldn’t face him without feeling clean and looking somewhat presentable.
Discreet signs pointed the way inside the building, and she smoothed down the black T-shirt over her dark jeans. They weren’t her newest pair, since she would be cleaning, but they flattered her rounded hips and bubble butt. She had an hourglass frame, though her mother and sisters kept harping that she should gain a few pounds to add more padding to her top area. They liked to joke she was a few minutes shy of an hour in her bust line.
A large reception desk shaped like a horseshoe dominated the middle of the floor where she exited the walkway from the parking garage. She half-expected a perfectly coiffed blonde receptionist, but found only Mr. Magnus himself leaning against the polished mahogany.
He was even more attractive with the jacket removed and his sleeves rolled up. The tie was gone, and he seemed more approachable. For one thing, he wasn’t glaring at her. His lips were more neutral than curved into a smile, but it was an improvement over his anger from the scene of the accident that afternoon.
“You’re a few
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