Maid Of Haner

Alice's POV

Jesus Christ I'm already late. I was supposed to be at the Haner mansion before 7 am and now it's already 7.15! As soon as the taxi dropped me in front of the manor I quickly paid him off and opened the gate by myself. The security tried to stop me but he recognized me from yesterday. Thank God Gabe gave me her spare key to this house so I wouldn't have to wait for Mrs Haner or anybody else to open the door for me.

She told me they will hold a cook out at lunch here at the backyard and I'm supposed to get the ingredients ready. I can't even cook! I mean, how am I going to do this? As I entered the house, it was still dark. As though nobody had come home yet, or nobody even awake.

I made my way silently through the foyer, passed the forbidden award cabinet and towards the kitchen. I came to work in only tshirt and shorts so I only had to put the apron on since Gabe never wore any uniform before. Right, what's the first thing that I should prepare for a cook out?

"Hello, Gabe? I know you're sick but what do I have to do?"
"Go to the fridge, top section, grab that plastic container that labeled 'marinated'."
I did as she told me. "Then?"
"Then go to the second drawer of your left side cabinet, search for some wooden sticks. Sticks those meat and vege and put them aside in the fridge. Only take them out later when they are ready to have the cook out."
"Okay. What should I make for breakfast then?"
"I dunno. What you usually make?"
"Coffee. Toast."
She sighed on the other end. "Pancakes. They love pancakes and bacons."
"But I don't know how to make a pancake!"

"Hi. You must be new."

I gasped, immediately hang up on my sister as a reflex when there's a man's voice interrupted me. I slowly turned around, only to expect Mr Haner to be standing there but it wasn't. It was a tall man, wearing glasses, with messy raven hair, and strong colorful tattoos down both of his arms.

"I've never seen you around. You work with Gabrielle?" I stared at him as he walked closer to me, yawning and stretching his body while at it.
"Yes.."
"Come on, don't be afraid of me. I don't bite. Usually." He threw the sincerest smile at me while grabbing an apple along the way and chomped on it at once, winking. I felt relieved and comfortable all of a sudden.
"I'm Jimmy. And you are?"
"Alice, sir."
"Oh please. No need to call me sir. I'm not Brian you know."
I smiled, and continued on for my quest to make a doomed to be failure pancake.
"You do know how to cook, at least?"
"Only fried egg and bacons, sir."
"Jimmy. Just call me Jimmy. Nevermind. I'll help you."
"Really?"
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Brian's POV

The warmth on my chest woke me up. I fluttered my eyes open, and saw Michelle was resting her head on me, with her arms wrapped entirely around me. She wasn't home last night when I got back. I glanced at the clock on the nigt stand. Almost 7.30 am. Shit, we have a lunch gathering today at my house. That means more of Michelle's friends and drinking habit.
"Hey, babe." I rubbed her arm, making her stirred in her sleep.
"Hmm?"
"Hey, I brought Jimmy over last night, is that okay?"
She frowned for a bit and wrapped her arms tighter around me. "Yea. Of course."
She started to rubbed her palms around my naked chest as I kissed her forehead and slipped out from her embrace.
"Brian..come back to bed.."
"I need to piss, hold on."

While I was in the bathroom, I saw a glimpse of Jimmy from the window. He was downstairs at the backyard, helping the maid preparing for our barbecue stuff. Wow, he's up early. Usually he wasn't one to wake up so fucking early in the morning.

Done relieving my bladder, I chose to go downstairs instead of going back to bed. Michelle fell asleep anyway, so slowly and carefully I stepped on the carpeted stairs and their sound of laughter echoed through the hallway.

"I swear to God, I have the magic hands!"
"Yeah right, I don't believe you. But these are great, Jimmy. I bet they're awesome with maple syrup."

She called her Jimmy? Since when did they become this close?

"Maple syrup, some Nutella, whatever you just name it."
"But it's cheating though, not using flour at all."
"Cheating? Nah..it's called re-inventing...hey dude! You're up!"

I didn't realize my feet had stopped walking and just let me stood stiff under the kitchen doorframe leading to the backyard and stared at them. I gave a small smile at Jimmy and noticed that Alice ran her eyes away from me. Her face looked perplexed, as if I was the scariest person on earth. Well, that is expected because she messed with my stuff yesterday.

"What are you doing?" I walked over to Jimmy and swung an arm over his shoulder. While my eyes can't seem to steer away from her, I managed to keep my mind in coversation with Jimmy.
"I was just teaching her my famous pancake recipe."
"What, the flourless pancake?"
"Yep." he said with a popping P. "Just a couple of bananas and eggs and you're all set!"
"Love them, Jim. Hey, you ring Zacky yet?"
"Oh shit. I forgot. He will bring Gena, right?" I shrugged. Then Jimmy went running away from the kitchen with his 'octopus arms' as I like to call it, and left me alone with the maid.

I can't help but stare at her, I wonder why. I've met many beautiful women all over the world but there's something about her that triggered my attention. Was it her exotic face and her sleek hair that looked so soft and inviting for me to ran my fingers through them? Or was it because of her shyness of being around me, as her cheeks went red and flushed under my gaze?

"So, you got the hang of it?" She was peeling a banana skin with her face dropped down entirely looking at her hands, then she looked up to me. Her gray eyes mesmerized me for a bit, kinda made me want to smile but I held back.

"Excuse me..?"
"The banana pancake. You got it right?"
She chuckled and my heart knocked loudly, once.
"Yeah. Jimmy is a great teacher."
I smirked. Of course. It's just a fucking pancake recipe.You haven't seen him teaching drums yet. It will be the death of you, I assure it.

I crossed my arms on my chest as she went back paying her attention to the bananas. in my devious mind, I'd thought about her punishment; a price she'll have to pay for breaking my favorite award yesterday. I was thinking of just letting her go, but there's something about her...something that makes me want to tie her up on my bed and have my wicked ways with her.

"So," I started after we were both hung in silence for a while. She looked up to me but ran her eyes away again.
"I have decided on the punishment."
She looked startled. Her fingers stopped moving as her eyes fixed on the table underneath her.
"Punishment?"
"Yes." I walked closer towards her, until I was standing right next to her, our bodies only inches apart. She was alerted, by the way her body straightened up, I can feel the tense within her. I stared at her side profile, damn she's beautiful. She even smelled nice. Then I started to whisper in her right ear;

"Meet me in my studio at noon. We will discuss further about this." __________________________________________________________________________________

Alice's POV

Damn him. I am overly attracted to him but he's my boss. My master. Even if I only worked here for two days but I can't stop thinking about him. After he gave me that instruction which made me held my breath because of his distance, I can't help but being anxious. I did everything quite in panic as his eyes still penetrating me everywhere I go.

The guests have arrived and helped themselves to the food since 30 minutes ago. He had his guy friends over; so far three of them including Jimmy. One, who was a tall, big and muscular guy whom I heard Brian calling him 'Matt'; he has a lot of tattoos on his arms just like Brian and Jimmy. And the other was a rather short guy with beard covering his face and nose piercing. I didn't catch his name as I was busying myself in the kitchen.

Mrs Haner barely looked at me. She greeted her group of female friends excitedly and once in every while she would pop into the kitchen and ordered me something, like clean up the mess that Jimmy made. Or she needed another bottle of vodka. Yeah, I don't have time to get to know each of them anyway. Besides, who am I to interfere? I'm just a replacement maid.

"Hello."

I was slicing up some bell pepper for them to barbecue later when suddenly a voice approached me from behind. A woman's voice. I turned around but it caught me by surprise.

"Yes, Mrs Haner?" I was shocked because she was suddenly being all friendly towards me, and how fast her hair color changed. She was brunette just two minutes ago, I swear!

She laughed and walked closer to me. "No, I'm not Michelle. I'm Valary, her twin sister." she smiled warmly and I wondered if Mrs Haner smiled at me, would she be this pretty?

"Oh. I'm sorry, miss. I thought-"
"That's okay. We get that a lot. Since we were kids, actually." she smiled again and her hazel green eyes glinted warmly at me. "You're new here?"
I nodded, letting my hands do the talking with the vegetables.
"Oh, what happen to their old maid?"
"She..got sick. I'm here to replace her."
"I see. So, how are you holding up?"
I looked at her, quizzically.
"Well, you know how bitchy my sister can get. Not many people can stand her. Gabrielle is an exception though."
I chuckled. Yeah, Gabe always vents her irritation for Mrs Haner to me.
"So far, I'm okay. Still in one piece."

She laughed aloud, and I took a chance to study her look. She was pretty from top to toe, her clothes weren't from any designers but they were exquisite and extremely beautiful. It was as though she designed them herself. Her necklace...oh my Gosh..they were to die for. She was wearing a long white gold chain necklace with a heay pendant that bore a diamond studded V with a little bell hung above it.

"I love your necklace." She stopped laughing eventually and looked down to her chest.
"Thank you. It's a gift from Gena. She's Zacky's girl."
I heard that name again. That name sounded familiar but I can't remember where I heard it from.
"And I love your hair. The highlight is perfect. It looks natural."
I smiled at her. Wow, she's like my soulmate! Why can't I work at her house?
"Thanks. And those flats are adorable." She looked down.
"Oh these? These are just some old pair that I found lying around. But I bet you look gorgeous in a dress."

I blushed at her compliment. Oh we could go complimenting each other all day but then suddenly a loud murmur came from the front door and made us startled

"Ah, that must be them. Zacky and Gena."
I can only smile, since I know neither.
"Hey, I didn't catch your name?" Valary was about to go off but then she turned to me again.
"I'm Alice."
She smiled. "Nice to meet you Alice. See you later."

She's nice isn't she? ____________________________________________________________________________________

Brian's POV

We were just hanging by the pool, talking shit trash as I was handling the grill with a beer in one hand. My eyes kept searching for her, that maid. But she was nowhere to be seen.

"And then I said, for fuck's sake Johnny Christ! Those aren't even hotdogs! And then, and then he told me, but it looks awesome!"

A roar of laughter emerged as Jimmy retold the story about how the Berry brothers put crap in some poor civilian's hotdog bun. I laughed too, although the story was a bit stale to tell, but it never gets old.
"Yeah how lucky was I to not eat it?" Johnny said, defending himself everytime.
"Oh but you touched it, Christ. That considered as the most gross fucking thing you've ever done!"
I said, downing my beer at it.
"Ugh, now that you mentioned it. I gotta take a shit. Be right back." Jason, our roadie/tech stood up and excused himself into the house.
"Yeah that's what you get, mixing up meat and ice cream in one fucking bowl!" his brother Matt yelled after him.

Our Matt - Sanders, stood up too and approached me with his beer, whispering.
"Dude, I noticed that chick earlier. The one that brought out all the ingredient. Who's that?"
My mind quickly diverted to her again. "The maid. She replaces Gabrielle."
"Why, is she sick?"
"Yeah. Told me she got a cold."
Matt nodded. "Damn, what did Michelle say?"
"Hm? About what?"
"Dude, come on. Look at how hot she is. Michelle's gotta be planning a homicide by now."
I laughed at his statement.
"Relax. She's just a maid."

And that reminds me.

"Dude, watch this for a while. I have to do something."
"Where are you going?"
"To the studio. Something I need to do."
"'ight. Pass me the tongs."

I left Matt to be in charge of the barbecue and went inside. I scanned for a glimpse of Michelle but she was nowhere to be found. She's probably getting drunk with her friends in the living room somewhere. But something made my feet stopped walking as soon as I entered the kitchen area from the backyard.

There she was - the maid, stood graciously behind the counter island with her back facing me and her shorts a little too provocative for me to handle. She was so immersed with her task that she didn't even notic I was standing behind her and watching with my heart pounding like drum beats. I want to approach her but then suddenly Zacky came in the kitchen with Gena and Valary. I immediately opened the fridge to compromise myself a situation - avoiding from getting caught staring at the maid's hot ass.

"Yo, sorry we're late. Traffic was fucking bad!" Zacky lunged himself towards me and hugged me. I patted him on his back while my eyes caught the maid's pair of gray eyes. She looked away, blushing.
"Yeah, no problem. They're at the back. Jimmy just about to tell his Japanese couple joke."
Jimmy had a lot of jokes and we loved every bit of it but some of them were old and being retold forever.

Zacky laughed and made his way to the backyard as I turned towards the maid again, sipping my beer calmly. Valary also had moved to the backyard, leaving Gena and the maid alone. I listened to their conversation discreetly.

"Oh my God! Alessandra?" Gena said. Wait, Alessandra? Isn't her name...Alice or something?
"Shit, Gena?"
"Yeah! It's me! Wow! It's been...3 years right?" They hugged and I can't help but walk closer to them.
"You guys..know each other?"
Gena turned to me. "Yeah! Oh my gosh, yeah! You remember I was away to Mexico? We attended the same modelling class together! I can't believe I'm meeting you here again! How are you, got any deal yet?"

Wow, she's a fucking model? Makes sense why she's so hot.

"Emm, not yet. I'm still searching for it."
"Well, you know you can always go to Playboy if none of them will take you."
Alice turned her head and looked at me. I just watched her intently, sipping my beer again. "Playboy's not my thing, Gena." she said, her cheeks blushing vivid red.

"Hm, okay. But if you change your mind, call me!"

They hugged briefly and after Gena kissed my cheek, she went off to the back yard. I'm alone with the maid again.

"Now." I said in a low voice, making sure she felt the shiver from my stern order and I strolled along the hallway, making my way to the studio.

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