Total pages in book: 181
Estimated words: 171979 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 860(@200wpm)___ 688(@250wpm)___ 573(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 171979 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 860(@200wpm)___ 688(@250wpm)___ 573(@300wpm)
Kent rubbed his fingertips on the side of his temple. He should have done a double major in college. Psychology would have come in useful. It would have explained why Matthias was acting so shady when he had arrived by waiting until he texted him before coming inside rather than opening the door for him, and why he had given him the directions to come upstairs to the second bedroom on the right. The huge run-down manor was owned by his brother Dominic, who had bought the manor for his wife, Maria Caruso, who was still in the process of fixing it up.
Matthias’ gaze swung in his direction. “Every week, I get the house cleaned by the same cleaner. Same day, same cleaner. Except today, the woman cleaning isn’t the same one.”
“You’re watching her on your computer?”
“Yes.”
He hadn’t been around Matthias often when he worked with his older brother. He came off as less deadly and obnoxious than Dominic, so he sure as fuck didn’t expect him to be unable to have a conversation with another person, male or female.
“Why don’t you just go and ask her?” he asked curiously.
“I prefer to keep any interactions through her employer.”
“You could call and ask them,” he suggested.
Matthias nodded. “I thought about that, but I don’t want to get the woman who has been cleaning my house in trouble. The woman downstairs is wearing a wig. Her breasts are different, too.”
Kent’s interest was piqued. “You noticed a difference in her breast size?”
“Come see. I’ll show you.”
Rising from the chair, Kent went behind the desk where Matthias was watching. Kent was glad he was standing behind his shoulder when he saw the woman on the computer screen. The woman was cleaning the kitchen counter, and she was also doing it naked from the waist up. The bottom was also just as awe-inspiring. When she bent down to take a spray bottle out from underneath the counter, he could see a thong between ripe-ass cheeks.
Matthias’ weird behavior when he had arrived was explained. He had kept him from walking inside and seeing the naked woman. He had only entered after he received a text to come upstairs.
It was no wonder the woman came on the same day and time. Kent bet it was when Dominic and Maria were out of the house all day.
“There’s a difference in her ass, too,” Matthias stated, pointing at the computer screen. He looked at him over his shoulder unhappily.
Straightening his tie, Kent tried unsuccessfully to pry his gaze from the luscious woman who had moved on to scrub the stove. “Uh …” Kent cleared his throat. He was beginning to understand Matthias’ situation. It would be hard to talk unless his cock did the talking. “You pay her to clean the house like that?”
“Not her. I paid the other woman, not this one,” Matthias corrected him.
When he was finally able to tear his gaze away, he stared down at Matthias. “What do you want me to say to her?”
“I want you to ask where April is. Make it plain I don’t want to make any trouble for April. If she’s been fired, I’ll have Sal track her down for me, and I’ll hire her independently. Can you take care of this for me?”
“Of course,” he answered without a moment’s pause to think it over.
“You can also tell her”—Matthias nodded at the computer screen—“I won’t require her for the rest of the house. She can finish the kitchen and leave. The money will be in the usual place.”
“She’s not going to be happy seeing someone she doesn’t know walking into the kitchen if she’s expecting you,” he stated, seeing the problem ahead.
“How will she know? I’ve never met her. I left the door unlocked for her. If you think she’s going to bolt, block her way from reaching the hall. The money for the cleaning is there. She won’t leave without the money.”
The cynicism on Matthias’ face startled him. He was much too young to have such a cynical view. Then he took in consideration the other members of the Luciano family and how fucked up they were. As far as he could tell, Matthias appeared to be the most well-adjusted of all the cutthroats.
“I can electronically lock the door from here. I’ll be watching. If she tries to run off, I’ll lock the door. Don’t let her leave until I find out what I want to know. I like April. She knows what I like. This woman is whipping through the rooms too fast.”
“If she’s not doing a good job, don’t pay her.”
Kent bent over Matthias’ shoulder to get a better view. She seemed to be doing a fine job.
“I pay the cleaning company electronically before she starts cleaning. The money in the hallway is her tip.”
He had to clear his throat again when the woman started vacuuming the kitchen floor.