The Arrangement (unenhanced Edition) by AnnaRCase (beautiful books to read .txt) 📗

Chapter 30- Something tells me you and I are going to be friends

Amberleigh slept like a dream, or more aptly like a princess in her silky, cashmere sheets and eye mask. She had the curtains pulled tight as well to block out the fall California sun. She woke up feeling refreshed, hungry, and wet between her legs as she’d dreamed of having an orgy with Grayson and his chef. It seemed that Leo wasn’t only good in the kitchen, and Grayson wasn’t so cold in the bedroom. She just hoped her dream about the sultry beast between the sheets proved prophetic in real life, and Grayson lit her pussy on fire.

No time better than the present to test out that claw foot tub with the spray handle, all up close and personal like. She glanced at her watch, three p.m., well it was midnight somewhere dammit! She turned on some music to set the mood for herself. The bathroom was the shit, the walls were done up in that old subway tile, white with black accents. The shower was a glass, square box with all the brass plumbing exposed, the sink was the type built directly into the wall, supported on silver legs. The claw foot tub was set off into its own alcove, and the toilet had a flush you pulled down from the tank which sat absurdly high up the wall, attached to the toilet by a long, brass pipe.

Amberleigh took some scented candles from her suitcase and placed them on the decorative ledge behind the tub. Soon the room was filled with the scent of vanilla. When the tub was full enough for her liking, she shed her flimsy robe and sunk deep, into its warm, wet caress. She poured in some rose scented bubble bath as a final touch before slipping her fingers between her legs.

She could get used to this for sure, but hopefully she wouldn’t have much need for it soon. Her pussy went through withdraw if she didn’t get the d on the daily. And just as she imagined, the handheld sprayer hit the spot quite nicely. She stroked herself up and down, in and out. She came pretty soon after she envisioned Grayson Godwin inside her. It was nice to have dreams after all.

She soaked in the tub for a while longer, not like she had much else to do really. But it was her stomach grumbling like a nagging bitch, which finally forced her from the tub. She slipped into a pair of sweats with sweet across the ass, and ran a brush through her hair. Messy bun piled on top it was. It wasn’t like she was trying to impress anyone right now anyway, as her target wasn’t home.   

She emerged from her room and headed towards the kitchen. She passed a maid in the hallway. The woman wore a grey, stiff dress with a white apron over it. Her greying hair was tucked into a tight bun on the back of her head, had stockings on her legs, and her shoes were clean, but inexpensive. Her nails were neat and trim, but not painted. She was also plump, and wore glasses, which told Amberleigh a few things.

This woman most likely commuted here from the Fringe. She wasn’t well off, but her position in this household offered her the basics many in the Fringe were often denied. She took her job here very seriously as her life depended on it. Literally.

“Miss? Can I be of service to you?” she asked eagerly, “I’m Janell. I work for Mr. Godwin. Do you need towels in your rooms? Or perhaps something to eat?”

“I’m Amberleigh and some food would be great.”

“Certainly, would you like to have your food in your room Miss? Or the dining room?”

“The kitchen is just fine Janell, and please just call me Amberleigh.”

“Oh, that is improper miss, as a guest of Mr. Godwin. Please come with me and I’ll show you to the kitchen.”

Amberleigh didn’t bother telling the woman she knew where the kitchen was. She let her do her job. They passed a couple more maids along the way, it probably took a village to keep this place so immaculate. Amberleigh stopped to introduce herself to them. They seemed surprised by her friendly gesture. What she did notice, and probably not by accident, was the female staff members of Mr. Godwin’s were all older women. And two of them wore wedding bands. Had someone wanted to avoid a scandal with the young billionaire fucking the help? It seemed the Godwin’s had a rep to upkeep no doubt.

Janelle led her to the table where Grayson had had his breakfast. Small, intimate, and quaint. Perhaps soon, they would have breakfast together, sipping tea, fondling each other sneakily under the table, and talking about politics. Well the politics thing was a stretch, but the rest sounded pretty damn good.

“I’ll go get the chef for you miss. Have a seat if you wish.”

Amberleigh gave her a warm smile, “There’s no need for that. I’m more than capable of making myself a sandwich. Mr. Godwin told me this morning I could help myself.”

She certainly didn’t look like she was fond of the idea, but Janelle didn’t argue. She offered her assistance, but Amberleigh assured she would manage. Janelle took the hint and finally left the room, once she was gone, Amberleigh attacked the fridge viciously. Rich people food with fancy meats, organics, soy milk, that shit. Fuck, she was going to starve.

  She munched on a stick of celery out of desperation as she searched for something editable. She skipped past the hummus and took a chance on opening a cartoon of tofu and taking a whiff.

“God it smells like ass crack.”

“Aged ass crack actually,” came a playful voice behind her.

Amberleigh jumped out of her own skin and the tofu splattered at her feet. She spun around to see Leo apologizing, but looking very amused with no remorse.

“I’m sorry I scared you. I’m Leonardo Clemonte, but please God, call me Leo. You must be Miss Dubois I presume. I like you already,” he winked at her.

“It’s nice to meet you. I’m sorry about the mess. And please call me Amberleigh or Amber.”

She grabbed for the paper towels off the counter, but Leo beat her to the punch. He made quick work of cleaning up the tofu and dropped the bin in the garbage.

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