Hot Coffee (The Hollens)

Chapter 6 (Salty Much)

Emma's POV

I woke up at 5:30 the next morning. I brushed my teeth then combed my thick hair before heading to the kitchen to make his highness's coffee. 

The clock struck 6:00 and the telephone rang. He instructed me to bring the coffee up to his bedroom on the top floor. I walked, carefully, with the coffee on a tray so it wouldn't spill over from the exhausting journey I had to take up the stairs. His bedroom door was slightly open. 

I pushed through and called for him. "Mr. Hollen, I brought your coffee!"

Silence.

"Mr. Hollen?" I called again.

He appeared from the area I assumed was the bathroom with a red bath towel wrapped around his waist, and another drying his wet hair. His chest screamed come lick me. The lush V-line carved out his six pack perfectly. I couldn't help admiring him. Everything moved in a slow motion then the stupid coffee just had to fall over onto the floor.

"What the actual fuck, Emma!"

"I'm... ah... so... rry," I was lost in words as I dropped to pick up the broken pieces. "I'm sorry, Mr. Hol--"

"Get a damn broom, and don't use your hands. Are you crazy?"

The tears came. Suddenly, someone else appeared behind him and held his waist.

"Where do you get these incompetent maids? She can't even serve a cup of coffee," the woman said with an upturned face. She was slender and wrapped in a bath towel also.

She has to be his fiancee, I assumed.

"Get the cleaning products and clean this shit up, Emma!" he ordered.

I got up, turned on my heels and ran downstairs to the storeroom. My eyes were stinging with tears, but I quickly wiped them away. I had to be professional not a child. I couldn't cry because of one accident. It was an accident.

room and cleaned

the sheets and lay fresh ones," the lady instructed me, as if she was the one who

I replied.

a passionate kiss, like I wasn't even there.

I reminded myself. He would never look

looked like a supermodel with her olive skin, while I was a light caramel. He was way out of my

wiped the tears from my over-sized

__________

for Agnes

remember this isn't our house. It's his. Mr. Hollen has us assigned for special things. For instance, I'm the chef and in charge of the kitchen. If anything goes

a.m to 2:00 p.m shift. You're off on weekends, and get a half day once a week. Under no circumstances do you clean his study unless he tells you to do so." She was flowing as

"I understand."

get his

his room." A single tear started to fall.

serve up

remake the

the kitchen, dressed in a sharp

morning, sir,"

"Morning, Aggie."

"Here's your breakfast."

have informed you that I'm

"That's alright."

cup of coffee I'd made but ignored it and just walked out, leaving his manly scent in the kitchen to taunt me.

I dusted, mopped, swept, shined and varnished furniture and picture frames. I changed the

you get use to it," was the only nice

in the kitchen, not the dinning room. Her cooking skills

was delicious," I complimented.

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