The Billionaire’s Hidden Heiress
[Book 2] Chapter 11

Knox POV

The feel of her body beneath mine when I pinned her, thinking she was a threat come to hurt me, was unlike anything I had ever felt before. She was so soft, so plush that part of me reacted down below, even as I had scrambled to get off of her before she could realize the effect she had on me. I had reacted to women before but this maid, this girl, she had a way of drawing me in with just one look at those big eyes of hers. Her voice was music to my ears and that gorgeous hair of hers, I groaned, it was just begging to be stroked and touched. She was a goddess and she didn't even bloody know it! She had an innocence about her, that none of the women I had attempted to date ever had. She was untouched by the spoils of money and she knew what hard work entailed. A woman like that, I thought blankly, would never fall for a billionaire who was rumored to be nothing more than a playboy, let alone one that had his problems as I did.

I entered the bathroom in a mood. Despite my reservations, I couldn't help but flirt with the young maid. Her smile lit up her face and it made me want to make her smile more. Her beauty was more than just what was on the outside. I had already seen her kindness and her compassion. She had a loving heart and she was thoughtful. I started the water in the shower, slowly stripping off my sweatpants, rubbing the back of my neck, and stretching it to get the kinks out.

I was intrigued by Lorelai. She seemed bright. Loyal. She wasn't cowed by the fact that I was wealthy and could fire her. She also seemed genuine, like she cared about me, something I was unused to. I stepped into the shower the water cascading over me and pressed my hand against the tile of the shower, bowing my head so that my hair became soaking wet and dripped down to the ground.

"f**k, she's so damn beautiful" I muttered to myself.

I pictured her in my mind. Her breasts pushed against the fabric of her maid uniform, showing that she had perfectly round orbs that made my mouth go dry. Her hips were curvy and generous and she had a small and tight a*s that made me want to grab it and squeeze. My breathing turned shallow. Her hair was so long it cascaded down her back and reached all the way to the top of her bottom, a combination of brown and gold streaks that matched her creamy complexion perfectly. Her thighs were soft and plump, causing my c**k to harden as I continued to envision her in my mind.

"**" I groaned.

It was like I couldn't think straight as I slowly lowered my hand to my erection, my hand slowly beginning to move up and down my shaft. I inhaled sharply, seeing her face, that hair, her body, my mind conjuring up all sorts of images that were inappropriate between an employer and an employee. My hand began to move slightly faster as my breathing grew quicker.

"F**k" I groaned.

Why did I have to get such an attractive maid? Why did it have to be her? What had lan and my father been thinking when they hired her? My body was eagerly moving, my hand gripping my shaft tightly as I continued to pump, gritting my teeth as my pleasure began to increase.

I pictured Lorelai underneath me. Her legs wrapped around me, her dress hiked up to her waist, and my body buried inside of her. I was so hard it was almost painful now. The things I'd like to do to her. I felt almost ashamed to be having such dark thoughts about my maid, but my mind seemed to have a mind of its own. Could she tell that I was attracted to her? If she knew she was doing a damn good job of keeping it to herself, I thought grimly, my hand still moving, my eyes narrowing. The woman seemed to have an ability to maintain her composure even when I was trying not to lose my own. "f**k, I want her" I exhaled, grateful I'd locked the bathroom door.

The last thing I needed was for Lorelai or my brother to come into the bathroom while I was doing this.

I tightened my grip on my shaft and began to furiously pump it. My body began to shudder. The pleasure mixed with pain became intolerable and my body shuddered and then convulsed as I orgasmed, spilling my seed onto the floor of the shower, causing me to pant and place my forehead against the tiles, thoroughly spent.

"Way to act like a teenage boy Knox" I muttered to myself.

Where had my self-control gone? My body was feeling deliciously sated but one look at Lorelai and it was going to be filled with longing again. I sighed, beginning to wash myself. I was beginning to worry that I'd been gone so long that Lorelai was going to come looking for me.

I rubbed the stubble on my chin "Should I get rid of it?" I wondered aloud, as I turned the water off.

"Not today," I said decisively and wrapped a towel around my waist, striding back into the bedroom.

I began to rifle through the dresser. I grabbed a pair of dark jeans and a dark button-up shirt from the wardrobe. Part of me didn't want to admit that I wanted to look nice to her. I dressed, put shoes on, and then ran a hairbrush through my disheveled hair, wincing at how I must have looked when she first tried to wake me. Since when did I care about how I looked? This was all strange to me. I even put my towel in the hamper, another first for me.

A tentative knock on the door. "Knox are you um suitable?" her voice is low.

She's really asking if I'm dressed I thought with a grin.

"I'm dressed" I answer slightly impatiently.

She opens the door and pokes her head in. My heart skips a beat and I frown in an attempt to hide it.

"Are you ready to go downstairs?" she asks.

Don't let her know how badly she affects you, Knox. Pretend everything is fine. Act like your normal self I instruct myself. I give a grin and deliberately rake my gaze over her. "As ready as I'll ever be doll cakes," I say breezily "but are you?" She looks confused. "I could get you some different clothes to wear" I begin suggestively "A tight little cocktail dress and some heels would clean you up real nice..." "No thank you" she interrupts tightly "I'm a maid remember. I think I'll stick with the uniform" her voice is shrill.

Shame. She would look amazing in a tight cocktail dress and heels I thought slightly disappointed. She eyes me. "Are you coming?"

I sigh. Walk over to her and grab her arm, putting it under mine as she glances at me in surprise. I feel tingles all over where I'm touching her. She feels soft and nice. Her skin is as smooth as it looks. I swallow hard feeling slightly nervous. "I wouldn't be a gentleman if I didn't escort the lady to the table" I tease and see her eyes go sparkly.

Her eyes are like little starbursts. It's mesmerizing. I'm entranced. She gently tugs at me and I quickly gather my composure and begin to lead her out of the bedroom and towards the stairs. Part of me is still in disbelief that I'm letting her take me away from the bedroom and the work I need to do, but another part of me is more than willing to spend time with this beautiful goddess and get to work later.

I can see maids gaping as we begin to enter the dining room. My father glances up from reading the newspaper and does a double take, even as his eyes narrow on my arm still clutching Lorelai's.

"Will wonder's never cease?" he says jovially, smiling up at a nervous Lorelai "You've managed to accomplish a miracle my dear. How?" he asks.

She glances at me, biting her lip. It's adorable. "Um well he agreed to providing I keep him company" she mumbled.

If my father is surprised he doesn't show it. "Well I think that's reasonable," he said kindly "I have some work to do in my study but Lorelai thank you for keeping Knox accompany. I am overjoyed to replace he's left his room" he added while I stared at him indignantly. I wasn't that much of a recluse, was I? I know I spent a lot of time in my room, but had I gotten that bad? From the sounds of it, I had.

"Nice to see you too Father" I mutter.

He gives me a handshake and then leaves. Lorelai pulls a chair out for me. "Sit" she instructs.

I'm amused. But she is staring at me with a determined expression on her face.

"Shouldn't I be seating you if I'm the gentleman?" I tease.

"I have to go get you food" she counters and gestures to the chair "Now sit" she orders.

I sigh "Fine, I'll sit" I grumble, although I'm not really that put out, and then consider what she's saying, "I'll only eat if you do."

She stares. "What, that wasn't the agreement" she stutters "You said you would eat if I kept you company, not that I had to eat."

I smirk "Well I've changed my mind. Those are the new rules."

"I'm not hungry" she begins to protest, but her stomach growls, proving she's lying.

I raise a brow. She deflates. This isn't worth arguing over in the grand scheme of things but if she wants to continue, I'm more than happy to do so.

"Fine, I'll eat with you" she exhales.

I watch with a sense of satisfaction as she leaves to go to the kitchen, anticipation flooding through me. Now I can prolong how long we spend at the table and I can spend even more time with her. I felt like I had won something, but what I didn't know. I just felt triumphant all of a sudden.