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Lukas had no idea if kids his age were already capable of talking to him, but he soon had his answer when the boy chortled as if he had just cracked a joke.
Just as his chest tightened at the sound, the truth hit him at the same moment, and Lukas' lips angrily pressed in a straight line.
A joke.
This had to be someone's idea of a joke, and only one name came to mind. He turned away, his mind already busy considering various litigious strategies. But just as he reached for his phone, he heard someone gasp.
You gotta be kidding me.
His head jerked up, and his gaze instantly collided with that of his second intruder: a petite green-eyed blonde...who immediately fumbled her hold on the towel she had been trying to wrap around her body.
“Aaaaaaaaaaah!”
The towel fell around her ankles, and Lukas' throat dried at the creamy perfection of her milk-swollen breasts and the bare folds of her womanhood.
"I'm so, so s-sorry, Mr. Tsaldaris!"
Lust further clouded his senses at the way she stammered, and he fell deeper into her thrall as he watched her bountiful breasts jiggle as she hurriedly bent down to grab her towel from the floor.
Panic had her straightening back up in a rush, and Lucas bit back a groan when the rashness of her movement had her breasts almost violently swinging. It was almost as if she was begging and taunting him to reach for her tits—-
Wait a damn minute. Did she just call him...'Mr.' Tsaldaris?
Lukas' blood turned cold as her identity finally became clear.
Work had so consumed his thoughts in the past week that he had forgotten about the contract that Charlotte had him sign, of which she was the outcome.
This woman was none other than the housekeeper he had agreed to hire sight unseen...and provide both employment and lodging for the next two months.
Chapter Three
BETSY’S FACE WAS STILL on fire as she joined her employer in the living room, but this time in something else aside from her birthday suit. Short of painting her cheeks white like a geisha, she had done everything she could to stop herself from blushing. But it was just impossible, and she could actually feel her cheeks burning even hotter as the billionaire rose to his feet at the sound of her footsteps.
Oh my word!
Betsy had previously looked up photos of him on the Internet, but she knew now none of them had done him justice. And while she did have that "encounter" with him earlier, she had been so mortified everything had become a blur.
How can this man be real?
It felt like she was seeing Lukas Tsaldaris for the first time, and Betsy was completely caught off guard by how every inch of his six-foot-four frame was broodingly perfect.
He can't be real. Can he?
Everything about her boss was almost dramatic in its sheer gorgeousness. From the gleaming black shade of his hair to the silvery glitter of his eyes. The bronzed sleekness of his skin to the toned strength of his build. Even the way his obviously expensive suit molded faithfully to his lithe frame was sublime, and no matter how hard she squinted, she could not find a single crease!
The thought was like being slapped with reality, and Betsy was almost tempted to apologize for exposing her imperfect self to his gaze. Of all the people who had to see her naked, why must it be her too-perfect boss? What if he thought it was deliberate? What if Charlotte thought the same? What if she ended up being fired because of what happened?
No, oh no, please no!
Chapter Four
LUKAS THOUGHT HE HAD everything in control when he turned to face his housekeeper again. She was now covered from head to toe, but it was unfortunately not enough.
It was as if his brain was unable to register the dark-colored blouse and jeans that she was now wearing. He looked at her, and all he could see was the generous swell of her pink-tipped breasts and the delicate folds of her cunt.
What the hell's wrong with me?
His housekeeper had an undeniably lush figure, yes. But he had never been the type to focus obsessively on women. So what made her different? Was this because he had been celibate far too long?
