toward his house. His uniform was the same khaki color that any sheriff might wear, but his ass looked amazing.
In another life I wouldn't mind putting my hands on it. But anything like that was going to have to wait, far into the future when I was past all of this business with my dad's partners.
Once again he waited for me at the top of the stairs. He held the screen door open and then opened the inside storm door. I wasn't used to having men open doors for me, especially if we weren’t on a date. I'd always heard it was a southern thing.
I can't say that I minded one bit.
“The number one thing I need you to take care of is my dog. Her name's Sadie. She's a rescue and she doesn't like to be alone too long. I don't leave her outside unless I'm outside too. Sometimes she goes to work with me, the other times she'll be here. Are you good with dogs?”
I've never had a pet before, but I did like dogs. I'd had plenty of friends talk about the best way to interact with them. I crouched down and held out my hand. “Hi Sadie.” She glanced up at her owner and then slowly crept toward me.
When she was in front of me, I petted her on the side of her chest. She seemed to accept me, so I moved my hand to rub her head, and then I rubbed between her ears.
“Good,” he said. “She likes you. What I need next is groceries. I'll leave you a list and I'll need to go to the store. I don't expect you to cook.”
“I can do that.” So far this didn’t sound so bad.
“And after that, I need the dishes done. I'm not home much, so things tend to pile up.”
Right. Housekeeping. I had transformed myself to fit into the underbelly of Chicago. Surely I could be someone's maid.
He hadn't mentioned vacuuming or dusting or mopping. I didn't know much about how to do those things, but I had seen our staff do them over the years.
Jesus, I sounded like a spoiled brat.
This was going to suck. I was well aware of that. But this guy seemed upstanding, so I was going to do my best to clean his house and buy his groceries.
And in the meantime, I wouldn't mind staring at his ass.
Chapter Six
Tyler
The girl who showed up at my office was stunning.
She was maybe the most gorgeous woman I’d ever seen, but I had to wonder if she had any sense at all. She'd shown up to the Sheriff's office instead of my house, two hours late for the interview. At first I considered telling her to go away. If she couldn't even read directions well enough to know where the interview was being held, much less the time of the interview, what good would she be as a maid?
And there was another red flag. Her car. That BMW was worth a lot of money. We didn't see cars like that around here too often, certainly not from a young woman applying to work as a maid.
But I was desperate.
I tried to concentrate on the job at hand, and not the way she looked. Her delicate beauty caught me off guard. I could have stared at her all day.
Her long dark hair was glossy. I wanted to run my hands through it immediately. Her dark eyes were clear, and so was her skin. She didn't have the vacant look of the last maid.
Obviously, I kept my hands to myself.
I watched closely as I introduced Ava to Sadie.People say dogs are a good judge of character. But Sadie liked the last maid, the one who brought drugs in the house and stole my cash. So maybe Sadie just liked anyone who paid attention to her. But I had to admit that Ava was good with her. She bent down and held her hand out in just the right way, and she gave Sadie time to get used to her.
I told her what I needed from my maid, and she didn't protest. She didn't argue about doing the grocery shopping or taking care of the dog. After I showed her the kitchen I took her into the living area.
I had an image of her bending over to dust the coffee table. Her cute little ass was adorable in the pants she had on. That would be a nice sight to come home to.
Tyler, get a