Chapter3

#Chapter3

Dan walked into the maid service headquarters building, The Sweet Sweepers. As he walked up to the front counter, he took off his shades and hooked them in his shirt, donning a charming smile. The woman at the front looked up at him and instantly began shuffling her papers and computer.

/"Welcome To Sweet Sweepers. May I help you?/"

Dan noticed the woman, easy target, sweet innocent girl from the looks of it, and very much reacting to him in his regular suit and tie combo. Her brunette hair was pulled into a ponytail. It must’ve been his devilish grin that made her blush as he continued to walk closer.

/"I need to speak with your manager,/" he replied, propping his arms on the counter.

/"Umm…he’s out, but I can help you with anything./" She offered, shyly.

Dan’s eyebrows rose. /"Anything?/" Her eyes widened to Dan’s pleasure as he leaned in placing his hand on her chin causing her to smile once he removed it quickly. /"Be careful what you ask me for./"

/"I’m sorry?/" She hesitated, trying to avoid his piercing gaze.

/"I would love a little help with this balloon I have blowing up,/" Dan smirked as she was hanging on his every word. /"It increases whenever a beautiful lady like you is around, but I have no one to pop it. No one to stop the pressure…/"

Her mouth opened slightly as Dan laughed. How inappropriate was he to make sexual innuendos at someone’s place of work. The hostess was completely naïve to even stand for his disrespect. /"No, I’m sorry. I can’t…/" She stuttered as he got closer to her.

/"Aww, it’s fine. I really just need a name…/"

/"Dan Sanders, I should’ve known this was you harassing my employees. This isn’t some whore house, this is a place of business./" A sharp Latin woman walked up as her heels clicked and hands on her hips looking disappointed at Dan.

/"Camila, nice to see you again. Your hostess is doing a fabulous job by the way./"

/"Leave my people alone, Dan Sanders. Go home. There is nothing for you here./" She started to walk off but Dan grabbed her arm, walking along beside her.

/"Now, now, Camila, this is no way to treat your fave customer. I was looking for the manager. Is this mystery man in now?/"

/"For?/"

/"I need a name and I know only he can give it to me. What happened to you being in charge, anyway? I haven’t been gone that long,/" Dan asked, halting her to a stop.

/"Someone bought us out and requested for a new manager. I thought it was you at first, but I dug a little deeper and I’m not sure about this guy. Why do you need a name?/"

/"Can we talk somewhere more privately?/"

Camila heard the seriousness in his tone and gestured for him to walk into her office. Dan’s eyes trailed her steps following the sway of her hips and the bump of her ass. She closed the door in the confines of her office as she then gestured for him to sit. She did the same with concern on her face as she looked at Dan from across her desk.

/"Have you gotten one of my girls pregnant? I keep warning them to not get into your bed./" Camila scolded, hand over her forehead disappointed.

Dan smirked. /"Who said they got into my bed?/" His tone had underlying meaning to it. He laid on the charm as Camila shook her head at the way he said my. /"I’m actually looking for a certain worker of yours. One you dispatched on October 7th./"

/"That’s oddly specific,/" Camila said suspiciously. /"The day after your trial./"

/"You followed the story?/" Dan was almost prideful of the fact she remembered.

Camila shrugged casually. /"I may or may not keep up with my customers,/" she said as she started typing on her computer. /"Any reason why?/"

/"She took something from me. That’s all./" He replied, eyes meeting hers.

They were quiet for a moment as she searched on her desktop for the dispatched name. Her eyes squinted a bit in disbelief capturing Dan’s attention. /"I don’t understand./" She murmured to herself. /"I don’t see an entry. You sure it was from us?/"

/"I trust no one else to clean my home and my dick like your girls Camila./" He replied, teasing. Her face wrinkled in disgust. /"I’m sure. My daughter scheduled the maid herself upon my arrival. She cooked for us so she was specialized if that helps narrow your search./"

Camila typed away at her keyboard, but her face still didn’t seem satisfied. /"No one was dispatched to your home that day, Dan. Perhaps the manager will be able to unlock the files for you. But, I’m sorry, I can’t find the woman you are talking about./"

/"Can I look at them then? Surely you can work something out…/"

/"We have over a hundred maids and butlers. That would take forever to pick one out of a layout. What did she take from you?/"

Dan was quiet as he stood up. /"I can come back with a picture. Hopefully, then, you will be able to tell me who she is, right?/"

Camila held her hands up. /"Sure, but…/"

Dan nodded not answering her question. Camila stood with him walking around the desk to see his face. He didn’t look like the Dan who had just walked in. There was a hint of sadness and Camila caught it. Whatever the maid took from Dan must have been something he admired and loved to get him this worked up. Little did she know, the maid took his need for vengeance, took his thirst for blood, and his chance to make it up to Bianca.

Dan wrapped his arms around Camila and drew her closer to a kiss that made her knees give out. She wanted to push him away. Typical Dan as soon as she was feeling sorry for the man he does something so pervy that made her want to slap him, but instead of fighting like her mind told her to, the next thing she knew she was sitting down on her desk legs in the air wrapped around his waist, moaning his name.