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darkly.
         A smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. “No, we’ve
actually become friends. They are pretty cool guys.”
         For some reason that irritated me more.
         Maya’s smile dwindled at my frown. “Uhm…so again, I am
sorry. I wasn’t trying to play you or anything. I was listening to some Latin
music that first day and spoke automatically in Spanish because of it, and then
I thought it might help to keep my distance.”
         My frown deepened. “Why did you feel like you needed
distance?”
         She appeared abruptly uncomfortable and looked away.
“Well…we’re just from different worlds and I’m only going to be here for a
short while. Speaking of which, I should get back to work.” She moved to leave
the room hurriedly, and I stood up to…I don’t know; stop her, make her
stay…when she suddenly halted in the doorway and turned. “You know, you seem
like a nice guy under that veneer of arrogance so I don’t think its just money
those girls are after.”
         The next second she was out the door and I stood there
alone, her words ringing in my head. That might have been one of the nicest,
while at the same time erroneous, statements a girl had ever said to me.
     
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         I stayed away for one day contemplating Maya, and her
words. She was a conundrum. Some of her explanation on why she’d perpetrated
her ruse sounded true, but I thought I read something else there as well. I
just wasn’t certain what it was.
         So Wednesday morning I went looking for her, and found
her in the West sitting room. She was on her hands and knees bent over trying
to vacuum underneath one of the settees, her ass in the air.
         Fuck! Every time I walked into a room with her the
first thing I saw was her ass, and every time my dick took immediate notice. As
her hips rocked with her vacuuming images of what I could do with that ass
slammed into me with unbelievable force, cramping my belly, and I had to press
on my cock and breathe deeply through the arousal.
         While waiting for the painful tightness to pass I could
only hope she didn’t turn around and see me holding my dick yet again.
         After several seconds I noticed that she was struggling
to get the vacuum attachment under the settee so I crossed the room and lifted
one side up. She shot up into a sitting position looking around, and I grinned
at seeing how delightfully mussed she looked with her bun askew and loose
tendrils falling down around her flushed face.
         Would she look like that during sex? Oh, shit, down
boy.
         She yanked out her ever-present ear buds and gasped.
“What are you doing?” She exclaimed loudly, shutting off the vacuum.
         I raised my brows. “What does it look like I’m doing?
I’m trying to help you.”
         She frowned. “Are you allowed to?”
         I laughed. She was too funny.  “What do you mean, am I
allowed to?”
         With a small shrug and a confused, disgruntled look she
mumbled. “I don’t know? I’m expected to do this, I get paid for it. If your mom
wanted you doing this I think she would have tasked you with it.”
         I rolled my eyes. “Maya, I can make my own decisions.
If I wanted to clean this entire house I would. I don’t need my mother’s
approval. You looked like you were struggling getting under the couch and I
thought I could help.”
         “Well, yeah, but that doesn’t mean she would like it.”
She grumbled, flipping the vacuum back on.
         I shook my head at her grumbling.
         She stayed on her knees to finish the job, and more
images bombarded my thoughts, causing me to swell uncomfortably all over again.
It was a good thing I was wearing loose board shorts, because if I hunched it
caused them to bunch concealing my reaction down there where she was at eye
level.