Hera got in after gaining clearance from the men at the security gate.
She noticed the way they were staring at her, but she was oblivious to why they were looking at her in that manner.
One had even gone further to tell her that she was a very beautiful woman, but she took it as a compliment.
Hera thanked him gratefully. She had no idea that he was lusting after her looks.
The girl had curves that could kill and an innocent face that would make a man sin. Despite the fact that she was clad in the most decent of all dresses that they had ever seen, it still didn't do justice to the curves that were hidden underneath.
Her face radiated innocence, and her eyes had a pure glow in them when she batted her lashes. Her lips were oval-shaped, and her fair skin accentuated her blonde hair that was tied up in a neat bun.
Hera walked up to the porch that separated the main house from the servants' quarters. The security men had directed her towards this area.
She knocked on the door, and an older lady stepped out with an apron tied to her body.
"Hello," the lady greeted with a placating smile. "How can I help you?" she asked, scanning Hera from head to toe, wondering what she was doing here.
"My name is Hera Whitson, and I'm the new housekeeper that was assigned here," she explained before showing her papers to the older lady.
Mariam took the papers from her hand and stared at them a little longer.
"Ah…you're the one sent to replace Karla!" she proclaimed. "You're welcome. Come inside, and I'll show you to your room," she said, stepping aside to allow Hera to enter.
"Thank you," Hera chimed before walking inside after the woman.
"Bryce has gone to work," Mariam explained, "but you'll meet him later. I'll show you around the house so that you'll get used to your work area."
Hera smiled at the woman's kindness.
She wasn't expecting her to be this nice. It was great having someone here to look after her.
The hours that followed were spent with Mariam showing Hera around the house.
If it wasn't for Mariam's help, she would've been lost by now. The house was so big that it scared her to death. How is it possible that only the owner lives here all alone?
"What about his wife and children?" Hera had asked at one point during their tour, but Mariam's face fell immediately. Hera was confused by her sudden reaction but still looked at her expectantly.
"He's not married. He doesn't have kids either. He despises them. Wants absolutely nothing to do with them," Mariam conceded with pain-filled eyes.
Her boss was a very kind man, but for some reason, he preferred to bed women rather than to house them.
"What's there to despise?" Hera asked innocently. "Children are blessings from above. Back home, we are taught that children are God's gift to mankind. They're the product of the love that a husband and wife share."
Mariam looked at Hera as she spoke. She was quite fascinated by how she viewed the world. It was obvious that she's not from around here.
For her age, she was quite intelligent and pretty smart too.
"Why are you here, Hera? In this city, I mean," Mariam asked when their tour of the house was over. She noticed how Hera flushed at that question.
"I came here to go to college," she replied truthfully. "I grew up in a convent back at home. My sister and I were orphans who were picked up by the sisters and raised there as well," her eyes lit up as she spoke.
She was always happy to talk about home. It reminded her of the people there so she doesn't feel alone anymore.
"Life in the convent was good, but I wanted to achieve something for myself. I finished high school over there, and so I wanted to go to college. For that to happen, I needed a job, so I applied, and that was how I got this one," she explained, and Mariam nodded her head in understanding.
"It's always good to dream, Hera, and I'm glad that you are."
"Thank you so much, Ma'am Mariam. You're very nice," she commended, causing the older lady to chuckle.
"Let's get you settled before we start preparations for dinner," Mariam suggested, leading the way towards the servants' quarters with Hera trailing behind her.
"How many servants are in this house?"
Mariam furrowed her brows in deep thought. "More than ten, I assure you, but we handle the kitchen work. The rest do other jobs around the house. Bryce has trust issues, so he doesn't usually accommodate too many people."
"Oh," Hera uttered in surprise before exiting the big mansion.
*****
Bryce was working on some files in the office. He needed to finish a pending project and get some workload off his chest as well. This project meant bigger opportunities for him, and he couldn't afford to let it slip.
"Hello, Bryce!" someone called in a sultry voice as she made her way inside his office. He had been so busy that he didn't realize he had company.
Bryce instantly recognized the voice. He would recognize it even if he was in hell. That voice was capable of doing strange things to him, and so he knew it for what it was.
"Nella," his voice suddenly became low as he spoke.
"What are you doing in L.A.? I thought that you wouldn't be back for another two weeks?" he asked with furrowed brows.
She rounded the table and lifted herself to sit on his table facing him.
Bryce didn't fail to notice how pretty she looked. She was clad in a short red dress and silver heels. Her lips were painted with red lipstick, and her hair was a bit damp, almost like she had just come out of a pool before coming here to see him.
Nella could pull off any look, so he wasn't surprised. She was an incredibly beautiful woman.
"Miss me?" She inched her face closer to his, intentionally exposing her cleavage in the process.
"What can I say? You do it better than any woman here in Los Angeles," he confessed with a smirk on his face.
"How about I make you feel better? For old times' sake?" she suggested, licking his ear while his hands parted her legs slowly to reveal her womanhood. She wasn't wearing panties.
"Just the way you like it," she responded to the question lingering in his mind as he looked down at her.
"You're the only one who gets me, Nella. Thanks for coming back," he whispered before crashing his lips on hers.
She shivered when his hands came in contact with her clit from under her gown.
Bryce had a way of igniting the flames in her with just one touch.
She arched forward, baring her clit to his fingers for more assault. She had missed this. She had missed him. Throughout her flight, she only had one thought in mind: making Bryce hers, and now that she's with him, she's never letting go.
Bryce plunged his fingers into her tight sheath, causing her to pulsate. She shivered as he continued to ram his fingers into her core.
"Fuck!" she choked out a cry. Her hands on the table were trembling as she tried to steady herself. This was more than she bargained for.
"How much did you miss me?" he asked in a hoarse voice as he brought his face down to suckle the skin just below her neck.
Nella cried out in ecstasy.
"I knew it, Nella. You're intoxicating there as well," he grunted in a deep voice.
"Bryce!" Nella's voice came out as a plea, but she should know better than to think Bryce would stop anytime soon. She asked for this, after all.
"Tell me, Nella," he coaxed. "Tell me how much you missed my cock inside you."
"I m-missed…" She trailed off with her eyes closed.
"I will stop touching you if you don't tell me what I'd like to hear," he flicked his fingers on her clit, and she spasmed out of control.
When she didn't respond, Bryce tried to withdraw his fingers, but she held them in place.
"Don't you dare stop!" she commanded with a voice filled with nothing but pure arousal.
"Stop what?" he asked with a sly smile on his face as he stared at her face.
"Don't stop touching me, Bryce. Please, fuck me!" she said with a quivering voice that sent millions of signals to his dick.
"That's what I wanted to hear, Nella," he conceded before pushing her head back on the table, baring her pussy to his face.
Bryce lifted her legs and buried his face into her womanhood.
"Bryce!" she screamed, trying to push away from him, but he held her in place. He took the little bud into his mouth and sucked on it, making sure to wipe out all the juices with his tongue. He grazed her clit with his tongue, and she shivered. Nella's thoughts were all scattered at the moment that she couldn't even think properly.
"You like that, huh?" he asked in a sultry voice.
"Oh, fuck! Yes, fuck!" she encouraged, but he only fucked her with his tongue before adjusting himself on his seat.
Nella, who was confused about what just happened, straightened her dress to look at him.
"What happened?"
Staring at her, a smile found its way to his lips. "How about we finish this at my house?"
Seeing that he already had her on the edge, he knew deep down that she wouldn't be able to refuse.