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of my life. The other
girls think so too. I mean he does this thing with his tongue-“
    “Enough!” I
shouted. I couldn’t handle hearing about how he was with other women in bed.
“I’m sorry I didn’t need to shout. I just have no desire to hear about how well
my boss performs in the sack.”
    Michelle smiled
weakly at me.
    “I understand. I’m
so comfortable telling the other girls everything, I guess I forgot that you
weren’t use to it yet.”
    “Its totally okay.
Listen, I have to go meet Nancy down in the main kitchen. We can talk later
ok?” I wanted her to know that we were okay. I didn’t mean to come across as a
total nutcase.
    “Sure. Have a
great first day!”
    “Thanks Michelle,”
I said as I started to leave to meet Nancy.
    I walked into the
estate and made it to the kitchen before Nancy so I decided to look around. I
never considered myself poor until now. This had to be the largest kitchen I
had ever seen. There were four ovens, a custom made built in Refrigerator,
eight electric stovetop burners, and granite countertops. The cabinets were top
of the line in a deep Cherry color.  It was immaculate.
    I’m not one to
fawn over material things but I had to make a one-time exception.
    Nancy walked in on
me drooling over the kitchen and apologized for keeping me waiting. She
couldn’t show me around like she wanted to due to a family emergency. She had
to go take care of it so she left me with a stack of notes to look over and was
on her way.
    The notes were
easy to follow and explained where I would find all the cleaning products I
would need. According to this, Mondays were laundry and dust day. I was
expected to do Sebastian and Mrs. Price’s laundry along with every member of
the live-in staff. In my spare time waiting for the loads to finish, I was to
dust every room of the house. It might not seem like much to the average
person, but this was not the size of an average house.
    I was finishing
reading my notes when I saw movement from the corner of my eye. I looked up to
see Sebastian walking in the kitchen from the other end of the room. He was
wearing nothing but basketball shorts. His face and body were glistening with
sweat. His head was down while he listened to music through his MP3 player so
he hadn’t seen me yet.
    I was enjoying the
view.
    Six days was
entirely too long to go without seeing this man. He was in incredible shape.
Drops of sweat were sliding down the muscles in his six-pack and I wanted to
run my tongue over every one.  With a body like that his stamina must be
out of this world.
    I watched the
muscles in his arms as he opened the refrigerator door. He bent over and
searched the shelves for a second. I could sit here all day watching his body
although I rather watch his body as he is pumping himself inside me.
    Argh! I needed to
stop thinking about him sexually. He was my boss.
    Sebastian grabbed
a carton of orange juice and opened a cabinet that was next to the fridge. He
grabbed a glass and poured himself a drink. After returning the carton to the
fridge he turned my way and we locked eyes.
    He just caught me
ogling his body. Way to give mixed signals Mia. He took the headphones out of
his ears and placed them on the counter.
    “How long have you
been here?” He asked me.
    Should I lie? No I
couldn’t. Knowing him he has cameras in every room and he watches the footage.
    “Since before you
walked in. Did you just finish your work out or do you always wake up sweaty?”
Oh God why did I say that.
    Talking about him
sweaty reminded me of Tuesday night. The look on Sebastian’s face tells me it
reminded him too.
    “I wake up at five
every morning. I run for thirty minutes, then I do weights, after weights I
swim laps, and I finish by running for another thirty minutes. Doing that
routine every mourning helps me stay in shape and I can eat whatever I want.”
    “Wow,” I replied.
    “Where is Nancy? I
thought she was giving you a tour this morning before you