Maid for The Alphas: Chapter 2

Damn, she was pretty.

I was scrolling through ads and posts looking for a new cleaner, and my eyes stopped on a girl with cornflower blue eyes.

Her brown hair hung in waves around her delicate frame. She was a beauty that I’d never seen before. It was time to get a new maid for our home since I had fired the latest one. Not because she wasn’t good. But because we werewolves needed to stay hidden. If humans paid too much attention to the wolf hairs on our clothes and our run patterns under the full moon, it would be dangerous, and we would be outed.

So, I fired our staff every two weeks or when it was needed.

“Hmm, Breanna,” I said out loud as I read the description of the advertisement. She sounded perfect, and it was time to show my pack.

While holding the phone in my hand, I walked towards the theater where my pack usually convened on their off days.

The sounds of my pack laughing echoed down the hallway.

Chad, Oscar, and Ruston sat on the theater chairs we installed in our mansion. We all worked in different businesses, but Ruston made it possible ever since he created an app that generated billions. Their eyes were glued to the movie in front of them, laughing at something on the screen.

“Yo,” greeted Oscar, nodding towards me. He was the shortest but toughest of the pack, with freakishly large muscles and a long, glistening black beard. Since everyone’s eyes were on the screen, I shut it off using the red button on the wall.

“Zaff, what the hell?” said Ruston, pushing up his glasses. “We were enjoying that movie.”

“I have to discuss a potential new hire with you all before I call her,” I said.

“You’re firing someone every day,” said Chad. “Tell us something new.”

I pulled up my phone and walked to their row of chairs. I showed them the picture of the lovely ad I’d come across.

“I can see why you’ve chosen her,” said Oscar, his eyes directed at her pale, luscious breasts nearly spilling out from her shirt.

“She looks good,” said Chad appraisingly, also staring at her picture.

“I don’t really care who you hire,” said Ruston, refusing to look at the gorgeous woman on the tiny screen of my phone. “Just don’t fucking knot her and scare her off.”

I smirked.

“Well, it’s not going to happen anymore,” I said. “The maids keep throwing themselves at me. What is an alpha to do? Ignore them?”

“Exactly, yes,” said Ruston. “That’s what I’d do.”

“I swear I’m not going to rut her,” I said. “We just need someone new to keep the place clean. I wanted to show you guys before I hired her.”

“The biggest lie we ever heard,” said Oscar dryly, and Chad laughed.

Breanna

“Good morning,” Auntie Julie croaked as she put a pot of coffee on.

“Morning,” I said, yawning as I stretched on the hard floor. I checked my phone first thing to see if there were any replies to my ad, and when I saw a little red message pop up, I quickly opened it.

It was a short message:

“Oh my god,” I said out loud.

“What?” asked my aunt in a panicked voice, still shaken from last night’s events.

“No, it’s nothing,” I said quickly to soothe her. “Some guy is willing to pay fifty dollars an hour.”

“Oh, that’s a boatload,” she said while mixing the sugar into her coffee cup. “But we need to discuss moving to a different state, so don’t get your hopes up.”

“It’s too late,” I said, already replying back.

“That’s not good,” she said disapprovingly as she settled into the only chair in the trailer and sipped her coffee. She had a lot of patience, but I needed to push it just this time. It was too much money to refuse.

“I need to get ready,” I said excitedly as I rushed off to the bathroom. I quickly brushed my teeth and showered, changing into my casual jeans with rips in them and a white T-shirt. After spritzing a little bit of perfume on to save the little that was remaining in the bottle, I looked at it, annoyed. I knew my aunt was using it every day before going to work to cover up the smell of her cigars.

Oh well, after I got this job, we wouldn’t have to worry about a shortage of perfume. And I would make sure I would damn well get the job.

Walking into the kitchen, I pulled out the carton of eggs and decided I’d just make a quick breakfast. My aunt and I both hated to cook. It’s not like we had a mate or children to take care of, and that freedom was nice.

As I sat down to eat, my phone started to ring, and I quickly answered, ready to seal the deal with my new client.

“Hi, this is Bree’s Cleaning Services,” I said in a chipper professional tone. “This is Breanna speaking.”

“Hello, Breanna,” said a deep voice on the other end, which sent an odd nervous feeling through me. “My name is Zaff. Glad to know you’re interested. I’d love to have a short chat with you to make sure we’re a good fit. What time works best for you?”

“Today is fine,” I said.

“Perfect. I can make arrangements in an hour. Does that work?”

“Yes,” I said almost breathlessly. I’d never heard a man have such a deep voice like that, and he sounded hot as hell. Or he could look gross in real life, I thought. I had to calm down my pounding heart.

After hanging up, I hadn’t realized my face was red until my aunt pointed it out. I scowled and quickly grabbed a purse, making my way out of the trailer. The address he had sent me showed me that it would at least be a thirty-minute travel from here. This was one of those days where I wished I had a car instead of sitting behind some sweaty guy with layers of dirt.

Once I was on the bus, I was able to find a seat at the very back to avoid talking to anyone, and I settled in to read a book I had brought along with me for the trip. This book was particularly dark, which made me squirm. The sun streaming in forced me to squint my eyes, but there was no way I was going to not read the delicious chapter I was on.

The bus stopped at the destination, and I thanked the bus driver on my way out. It was a good thirty minutes taking two buses, but I was finally on the street where Zaff lived. As I walked, I saw homes I’d never seen in my life on top of hills with long driveways. Homes that made me feel so out of place here. I started the long trek up the winding pathway that could allow a car to drive up to the house.

Maybe ordinary people weren’t supposed to be walking here.

I felt so out of place as I gazed at the trees around me, which lined both sides of the pathway before me. After a while, my legs started to ache from the long hike up to the house, away from normal society. Wow, were they millionaires? Or even billionaires? I couldn’t imagine living up here away from everyone and looking down at everyone like they were peasants.

Starting to get out of breath, I paused dry-mouthed as I rested my hands on my knees. I wish I had brought water with me.

I felt so gross, sweaty, and thirsty right now.

The house was just ten feet away from me, and I could see their driveway with four expensive-looking sports cars. Damn, they were living the life that I never had. When I caught my breath, I tied up my medium-length brown hair into a ponytail since my neck was dripping in sweat. I opened my purse and grabbed a napkin, wiping my neck with it. I wish I had a portable perfume or something.

Maybe I’d buy it with my first paycheck.

Walking directly to the house after catching my breath, I looked at my clunky black watch first and saw that it was past five minutes when the interview would happen. I never put into consideration the distance I’d have to travel.

I pressed my finger to the doorbell and waited.

Realizing I was standing directly in the center of the doorway, I moved off to the side so I didn’t overwhelm them with my peasant presence. These were actually rich people, probably the richest I’d ever have to work for. I turned to look at the cars as I waited, my eyes lingering on the show-stopping green Aston Martin.

Pulling my phone out, I decided to take a picture before they showed up.

Plus, they were taking forever anyway.

Holding the camera out, I angled it nicely to get a picture of all the cars and took a couple of nice shots to show Aunt Julie. She would be so shocked. Tucking my phone back into my purse, I turned back around and nearly crashed into a hunk of man-chest.

My eyes slowly traveled from his chest to his face.

He looked like he had popped out of a movie, smirking before me. He had jet-black hair that glistened in the sun, with a few strands of hair that hung over one eye. His emerald-green eyes seemed to pierce through my soul, and he had the most chiseled jaw I had ever seen. He had on a white dress shirt and black slacks that clung in all the right places.

Don’t stare at his junk. Don’t stare at his junk, I told myself, trying to stay focused.

And then his smell hit me.

He smelled like dark chocolate frosting.

The allure of his scent called to me like no other. I wanted to sink my nose into his chest and wrap my legs around his waist until he could penetrate me. Shocked at my sudden thoughts, my heart pounded faster, realizing he was no ordinary movie star.

He was a fucking alpha werewolf, and it wasn’t safe for me to be here.