Piper
My brain short-circuited. I didnât know what to do. Should I leave or continue with my work? Honestly, I was having a hard time just getting my brain to function. My eyes trailed down Drakeâs body, taking in the black tattoo of some kind of bird on his chest before once more landing on the obvious tent in the towel. I swallowed. Such a hard time.
âAre you going to stand there all day or give me my clothes?â Drake smirked and held his hand out. âI donât really have anything else to wear. Unless... you prefer the towel?â
No. I preferred nothing at all, but I wasnât going to tell him that.
âNo, no. Iâm sorry, you just caught me off guard.â I shook my head from side to side, making my ponytail hit my shoulders, and hustled further inside to set the bag down. I tried to hurry back to the door, but Drakeâs gravelly voice stopped me.
âSo, you donât like the towel?â Drake said in such a strange way that I had to pause and look back at him, just in time to see him drop the towel on the ground. Against my will, my eyes instantly locked onto what had been hidden beneath, and my mouth grew dry. âAh, I see you like me better this way, huh?â
I couldnât find my words. What were words? Thoughts? Thick muscular thighs. His cock hung long, hard, and perfect between his legs, and it was coming even closer to me.
Jerking my eyes away from Drakeâs perfect equipment, I felt my face heat considerably. Backing up, I held my hands up in front of me as if that would ward off what Iâd just seen. Even a priest couldnât exorcize that image from my head, not that I would want him to. My vibrator and I would relish in this memory later, when it was dark, and no one could hear me scream.
âIâm so sorry. Iâll just go now.â I hated the words even as they came out of my mouth, but if this wasnât fraternizing, I didnât know what was. Antoine had already gotten onto me once, and if you counted the vase breaking when I got here, that was already two strikes against me. I didnât want to find out what happened when I got to three.
âWhy the rush?â Drake asked, closing in on me until my back hit the door. âYou just got here. We havenât gotten the chance to get to know each other yet, and I so want you to feel comfortable here in our home. Donât you?â
His breath felt hot against my face, and I turned my head to the side. Just standing there with a gorgeous, naked man was playing havoc on my body. Now he had to get up close and personal. I wasnât sure Iâd be able to keep my hands, let alone my mind, to myself.
âTell me, Piper,â Drake growled, his nose brushing along the curve of my neck, the pulse there beating a mile a minute. âHave you ever been had by a man?â
âW-what?â I gawked at him, shifting away from him as much as I could with the door at my back. The feral look in his eyes scared me and turned me on all at the same time. What the hell was wrong with me?
Drake didnât seem to have the same thoughts as me and brushed a hand over my hair before grabbing my ponytail, tugging it just enough to make my head bend back to meet his hungry gaze.
âYou know what I mean. Have you ever...â His other hand moved down along the outside of my thigh, causing them to press together. â... let a man into your glorious haven?â
I snorted. I couldnât help it. Glorious haven? Come on now. How cliché was that?
âWhat?â Drake jerked back from me, a look of confusion making his beautiful face even more attractive.
Shaking my head, I slipped out of his grasp. âYour brother was right about you. You really know how to pull a prank.â Grabbing the door handle, I pulled it open, but it was slammed shut by Drakeâs hand.
Startled, I spun around to give him a piece of my mind. Playing with my mind was one thing, but he was pushing the joke too far.
âIâm not joking.â Drake bared his teeth at me before caging me in between his arms once more. âYou should not have come here, little girl. Your type tends to get eaten up by mine, especially if you smell like that.â He took a big whiff of me, and a low rumbling escaped from his chest.
Frowning at his manhandling, I shoved at his chest. âNow, you listen to me here. You might think you are the hot shit which, well, you are.â I let my eyes drift down for a moment before catching myself and poking my finger at his chest. âBut Iâm not some piece of ass you can mess with. I need this job, and Iâm not going to do anything that might jeopardize it. That includes getting wrapped up in the likes of you.â
Drake stared down at me for a moment as if he couldnât quite believe I had told him off. Then he threw his head back and laughed, a sound that I hated to love so much. âOh, you poor, sweet thing. You think your words will save you?â
âWell, Iââ
âIf your job is what you are worried about, I wouldnât worry too much about it.â Drake cupped my face in his hand, stroking his thumb across my lower lip. âAntoine is not the only voice in this house. If I want you to stay, you will stay.â
I found myself frozen to the spot. The dark pools of his brown eyes were so entrancing that I couldnât look away from them. I was at his mercy, and there was nothing I could do. Part of me started to panic, my breathing coming in as quick gasping breaths and my heart thumping against my ribs. My reaction only made Drake smile wider as if he enjoyed my displeasure.
âNow, stay still while I get a taste of you.â Drake leaned down, his mouth opening wide.
I wasnât sure exactly what he was going to do. Give me a hickey? Was he one of those people who liked to lick? I could get down with that if it werenât on my neck. Or my ear. God, people who liked someone sticking their tongue in their ear were just weird.
Oh.My thoughts went quiet at the first touch of his tongue. Oh, my.
The warm wet muscle slid along the line of my neck just as the door behind me burst open. Thrown from the door, I fell to the ground, whatever spell I was under broken. Drake still stood on his feet but was now a few feet away, and his shorts had magically appeared on his form.
âWhat do you want, Marcus?â Drake asked his older brother calmly as if he hadnât had his hands and mouth on me.
Marcus glanced to where I now sat on the ground and then back to Drake who had a smug grin on his face. âYou know the rules.â
âAnd I didnât break them.â Drake held his hands up in front of him. âNo harm, no foul. Sheâs fine.â He turned those eyes on me and waved a hand. âTell him. I didnât do anything to you.â
I crawled to my feet, my legs a bit wobbly beneath me. Clearing my throat, I glared at Drake. âYouâre such an ass,â I shouted before I marched out of the room and back into the hallway, not waiting to see what they said.
I should have been panicking for calling my boss, well, one of my bosses, an ass, but heâd started it. Heâd flashed me and then proceeded to molest me. Okay, so it wasnât like I didnât enjoy it but still.
Ugh. Fucking men.
Hushed voices followed me as I moved away from Drakeâs door and to his brother Allisterâs. I held my breath and hoped that he wasnât in there as well. If one twin was like that, then the other probably was as well.
Thankfully, Allister was in his bathroom when I entered. I dropped his bag off and darted out of the room before I caught him with his pants down as well. I finished handing out the other bags to Wynn and Marcus, the latter probably still reaming into Drake about breaking the rules.
Fucking deserved it too.
Finally, all I had left was Antoineâs, the one I was least excited to deliver.
I paused outside of his door, contemplating leaving the bag on the floor and making for my room. Come on, Piper. Heâs just a man. If you canât handle being in the same room as them, then you canât do this job. And we need this job.
Mustering up all my courage, I knocked on the door. The sound so much louder than I expected it to be and I waited for no more than a second before a voice from inside answered.
âEnter.â
With my nerves already on edge, I slowly opened the door. Antoine stood by his window, looking at some papers. The drapes were pulled back for once so that the night sky could be seen. It was a beautiful sight but paled in comparison to the man before me.
Someone shouldnât look so good in just slacks and a white button-down shirt. His long blonde hair was braided down his back, and his pale eyes intensely stared at the papers in his hands. He didnât even look up from them when I entered the room.
âI have your laundry.â I held the bag up lamely.
âPut it over there.â Antoine gestured his hand flippantly to the dresser.
Nodding, I moved over to the large dresser and sat the bag down. I was surprised they hadnât asked me to fold and put up their clothes as well, but as Darren had informed me, they were each particular about their things and didnât want me snooping.
Ha! Me? Snoop? I didnât care a flip about these bastards. I just wanted to do my job and get paid. Maybe once I saved enough, I could get a different job and my own apartment.
One could dream.
I made my way back to the door but stopped, my eyes going back to Antoine who hadnât moved or looked up from his papers. Should I say goodnight? He had told me not to speak unless spoken to which I had already messed up when I entered his room. So, I couldnât very well get in any more trouble by being polite. Right?
âGood night, Master Durand.â The words had barely left my mouth before Antoine called out to me.
âMiss Billings.â
âYes?â I turned back to him to see his eyes locked onto me. There was burning anger there that threw me back and put me in fear for my job.
âSince you seem to have a complete disregard for my rules, let me remind you. This is your job, not someplace to get your jollies on.â
For a second, I thought he was talking about how I masturbated in the shower this morning. How the hell did he know I had done that? Did he have cameras or something in there? Out of all the outrageous things he could have done.
âAre you spying on me?â I snapped, horror filling my face. âHow dare you? Just because I have to live here didnât mean you have the right to watch me in my private moments. Of all the fucking disturbing shiââ
âEnough.â Antoine held a hand up. âI can assure you I have no idea what you are talking about. I couldnât care less about what you do in your private time. Iâm talking about the rules you have been breaking.â
My face burned for what felt like the hundredth time that day. He hadnât been spying on me while I rubbed one off to the thought of his brother. In fact, I had just told him Iâd been doing just that thing. Then my embarrassment turned to anger when I understood what he was implying.
âWait a second,â I started again, realizing what he was talking about. âIâm not the one whoâs been trying to get their jollies on. Iâm just doing my job.â
âAnd breaking rules,â Antoine shot back, âor did you not speak to me when you entered before I spoke to you?â He arched an elegant eyebrow, and I wanted to punch him in the face.
Crossing my arms over my chest, I frowned. âWell, excuse me if I find it common courtesy to let someone know what they are doing in their room. Iâm only human.â
Antoineâs eyes scanned over my form, and he seemed to relax slightly. âYes, so you are. However, in the future, I expect you to be seen and not heard. Preferably unseen as well. Then we wonât have any of issues of boundaries being overstepped. Am I clear?â
My fingers curled into fists, and I pressed my lips together tight. Forcing back the rude remark that was dying to come out, I simply nodded.
âGood.â Antoine turned his eyes back down to the papers in his hands before adding, âGood night, Miss Billings. Make sure you lock your door tonight.â
As I left his room and headed back to my own, Antoineâs words worried me. Were his brothers so hard up for female companionship that they would come into my room at night? Or was I being protected from something else? Either way, this job was getting weirder and weirder by the second. However, I was determined to be able to last until I could find another one.
If I could find another one.