Maid

Camila:::

That evening, After finding a different gear inside myself, and a newfound sense of feistiness, there’s just something about being in this house, being around him, that makes me want to break the rules.

And that’s exactly what I’m going to do.

After getting me acquainted with the upstairs portion of his home, Carter left for a business trip, and left only one rule…don’t enter his personal room until he gets back. Apparently there are special, very detailed and specific, cleaning rules for the room where he sleeps each night, and I need to show I can handle the guest bedrooms before I get a shot at taking the responsib

ility of cleaning his away from whoever does it currently. It’s strange because not even Sandy knows who cleans up there, and she’s been in the house for two decades.

I tiptoe from my guest bedroom, down to his. Fortunately, as part of my new arrangement, I negotiated a room in the house for myself. I’m on probation, of course, but once that ends I can break my