Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 32064 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 160(@200wpm)___ 128(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32064 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 160(@200wpm)___ 128(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
... I’m the maid!
But Nick’s blue eyes scorched me as he took in my curvy frame ...
Those abs flexed ...
... as his massive rod hardened ...
... and soon, I was bent over in a broom closet as the billionaire made me sing Christmas carols with delight!
Do I care that Ella’s the help? Hell no. But in the broom closet, something slipped ...
... hard and virile ...
... inside her wet warmth...
... and now the curvy girl’s belly is big with my child!
Christmas carols!?!? More like Away in the Manger!
Fortunately, I don’t give a f*ck that Ella’s the help because what man would care about that? No, I just want my son ... and the curvy girl too while I’m at it!
Get ready for the best Christmas gift of all because Nick sweeps into Ella’s life, whisking her from drudgery and toil to a pampered life among the glittery skyscrapers of Manhattan. The problem is that Ella’s an innocent ... and she’s not sure that glittery skyscrapers are what she wants even with Nick’s hard bulk and massive size keeping her warm every night! Tee hee! :) Yes, it’s Cinderella mixed with a holiday romance that will make you pant with pleasure, so pull out your egg nog because things are getting sweet in here! This book is a follow-up to Claiming His Prize, but all of my stories are standalones and do not need to be read in order. HEA guaranteed
*************FULL BOOK START HERE*************
1
Ella
I wander around the empty hallways of Lakeview Manor. It’s a gorgeous mansion on the edge of the water, with a gleaming white marble exterior complete with colonnades and picture windows. There’s an indoor pool, outdoor pool, as well as a beautiful garden and even a grove of fruit trees out back that we harvest throughout the seasons. But it’s the interior of the home that’s truly stunning. The floors in many rooms are marble, and the furniture is exquisitely handcrafted, ranging from Louis XIV commodes to Rouen porcelain urns. Lush swags and brocaded jabots decorate the massive windows, and I swear even the kitchen valances are edged with the finest French lace.
But I let out a sigh because all of this is about to be carted away. My employer, Selene, recently divorced her husband and Lakeview is going to be sold as part of the separation. I have no idea how much they’re going to get for this place - twenty million? Thirty? All I know is that Steve and Selene Hill are one of the wealthiest couples in Minnesota, if not the world, and enjoy an enviable lifestyle as a result.
But Selene’s behind on my wages, and when I flip open my phone to access my bank account, my frown turns into a grimace. Less than a hundred bucks in the bank. Uh oh. I need to get paid fast, and fortunately at that very moment, my phone rings as my employer’s name pops up on screen.
“Hi Selene,” I greet. “It’s nice to hear from you.”
“Hi dahhh-ling,” the lady of the manor coos. “How are you, sweetheart?”
I smile wanly.
“I’m good. Just making sure that everything is spic and span before the realtor gets here. You’re going to be here too, right? I wanted to know if the front parlor—”
But Selene cuts me off.
“Actually, I can’t make it, Ella. But it’s fine. You don’t need me there because you already know everything about Lakeview! Besides, the realtor already has the keys to the mansion, and just wants to take a quick last minute spin before the property goes on the market officially. You know how brokers are. They have to see for themselves, and to touch everything before they bring clients around.”
In fact, I didn’t know, but I hide my ignorance.
“Okay, that sounds fine, I guess,” I say in a slow voice. “Should I offer him or her any food or drink when they come?”
“Oh no,” Selene says immediately. “He’s just doing his job. There’s no need for you to go out of your way to make him feel welcome because it’s business, honey. But thank you for keeping everything tidy and polished,” my employer coos again. “I couldn’t do this without you, Ella.”
“Of course,” I say in a calm voice. “Speaking of which, I haven’t been paid for three months now. I really need the money, and would appreciate getting it asap.”
“Oh, yes!” my employer says in an apologetic tone. “But the divorce has been difficult and you know that Steve froze some of my accounts because he’s such a fucking bastard. But I’m working on getting the funds released, and you’ll be paid in no time.”
I pause for a moment.
“Selene, I can’t really wait,” I say in a stiff voice. “I need the money now, and it’s been three months. I’m about to be overdrawn and the bank is going to charge penalties and interest. There’s no money in the household slush fund either, so that has to be replenished as well. I know you let a lot of the staff go, but there are still expenses that crop up and there’s no money to cover them.”
“Oh I know, I know,” Selene replies, beginning to sound a bit peeved. “I’m going to talk to my divorce attorney and sic him on Steve because we both want the house to be sold as soon as possible. Don’t worry about a thing!”
Still, I’m the one who’s peeved now.
“But Selene, there’s literally no money,” I say in an urgent voice. “The window in the back parlor is broken, and I haven’t been opening the drapes in order to hide it. Plus, I’ve been eating canned beans because there isn’t anything else in the pantry. Please, Selene. I need to be paid.”
“I will!” Selene whines, sounding cross now. “But like I said, that bastard Steve has frozen my accounts.” Then, her voice perks up. “I know! Why don’t you help yourself to some of the clothes in my closet, Ella?” she invites expansively, as if she’s doing me a favor. “I have some items in there that are top of the line couture. You could sell on eBay, or one of those other re-sale sites. Those platforms are icky, but there are always women looking to get a bargain, and you can pay yourself from the proceeds. How about that?”