"Oops! Sorry! I must of picked the wrong room!" Helena told Mr. Daville in a rush and felt embarrassed. She left back out the door and closed it behind her quickly before he could protest.

With a sigh, Helena pressed her back against the door to gather her thoughts.

So much for trying to avoid him! I'm sure I just picked the wrong room, that's all. Damn he's so dashing though. Helena thought with a blush. He's definitely the kind of person I shouldn't be left alone in a room with.

Those features.

The way his eyes light up with a sincere smile. It was enough to make my heart pound a million miles a minute and send a shiver up my spine.

Helena struggled to shake these unwanted thoughts and tried to clear her mind before going for the other door handle.

"Sorry about the wa-" Helena stopped.

She stood there, staring into an empty broom closet. Taking a step back, she closed the door, feeling confused.

Am I losing it? I'm pretty sure I came down this hallway. It's the office where Mrs. Daville and I had our interview. This place was huge, I know, but I specifically remember coming down this way.

Looking down the corridor pitifully, Helena hoped that one of their staff members, or even the misses would come this way to help, but each end of the hallway was deserted. She debated about going back to the kitchen and asking Madame Lidiya for directions, but that seemed like too much trouble on it's own.

Helena chewed on her bottom lip before reaching for the doorknob with him inside. She hesitated a few times before gulping and opening the door.

"I was wondering when you were coming back." He greeted her with a devious smile.

She released the captivated breath she was holding and stepped inside. "Sorry, it's just...I thought I barged right into your office. I was trying to find Mrs. Daville's office."

He smirked. "This IS her office."

"Oh!" Helena squeaked, feeling silly. "Then I'm guessing she's on her way to join us then?"

He shook his head. His chestnut curls shook with each movement and Helena couldn't stop watching it sway so majestically. "Unfortunately no, she said she was too busy with work and asked me to help you with filing this paperwork instead."

"O-oh." Her heart fluttered. We are to be alone. Alone in a room with him. Why would she even consider that? Was this a test? Helena wasn't sure whether to be terrified or to ogle him the entire time without shame.

He smiled that damn heart stopping smile again. "I heard that you'll be joining us as one of our maids after all."

"Yeah," Helena cleared her throat. "The job seems to work perfectly for my needs."

"That's good. Now, come in and have a seat, won't you?" He offered the chair she was in before. "Don't worry. I won't bite. Not unless you want me to." He added swiftly.

Helena was halfway into her seat before she was hit with that line that it almost caused her to slip off it. "Oh Mr. Daville, you're too funny!" She laughed nervously even though her ears were burning bright red.

Damn Madame Lidiya wasn't kidding. He's a huge flirt indeed. If we progress like this any further I could see myself speeding right out of here just to avoid him. And this was DEFINITELY not the time to be daydreaming about him doing said thing on my neck.

Helena wanted to ask him which forms they want her to fill out to change the topic before he interrupted, "There's no need for the formalities Helena, you can call me Mr. Reider or Liam if you like."

She smiled softly. What is it about him that makes me feel so much warmth from head to toe? Funny thing was, I never went for his type at all; in fact I rarely saw many foreign people from where I was from. And again, not to mention that he was a TAKEN man. But somehow, there was this spark of electricity he projected that keeps drawing me to him.

"That's a really nice name." She complimented.

His face lit up. "Thank you. I wanted to tell you earlier that I really like yours as well."

Helena felt the lady downstairs tingle and she squeezed her thighs tightly. Stop it...calm down girl damn.

"Anyway, let's move on," He flipped through a couple of pages of a white packet and then slid it across the table to her. "Here are the W2 forms and these," he patted a thicker pile of packets, "...are the training manuals. I know it seems like a lot for now, but I'm sure a few of our maids will offer to help you with it. It's all part of the usual procedures and what not."

"Right." Helena nodded, taking it in seriously and grabbing a pen to start signing.

Though while filling it out, Helena could feel his gaze on her, watching or studying her with interest. She was tempted to look up and gaze back into those hypnotic brown eyes of his, but she knew she couldn't allow herself to.

After skimming through some of the questions, Helena paused, chewing on her bottom lip while scratching the top of her head. "Uh, excuse me Mr. Dav-I mean uh...Liam?" She stammered correcting herself. "I don't get this part right here. What should I put for this line?"

"Hm?" He attempted to stretch over the desk to see what she was pointing at but ended up pushing back in his chair and standing up.

W-What is he doing? Helena gasped.

As he rounded the table, her will to not look at his groin was breaking. He stopped at her left and placed one hand on the wooden desk, inches away from her right hand, and she felt a sudden dip on the back of her chair.

At his height, he leaned over her slightly to get a better look at the paper.

Just stare at the paper and nothing else! Helena screamed in her head and squinted her eyes shut. If I would dare to turn my head I would be at eye level with his face.

Don't look. Don't look. She chanted in her head as he read it over her.

Take deep deep breaths girl...

Fuck, he smells so good though...what is that aroma that he's wearing? The scent reminds me of being surrounded by golden leaves during the fall and it's driving me crazy!

"Which part did you need help on?"

"Hm?" Helena replied dreamily but snapped out of it by mentally slapping herself. I can't let myself get swept away by him. Not only that, what was the last thing I ate today? Does my breath stink? Wait! Work comes first damn it! Snap out of it!

She pointed at the paper, almost stabbing a hole through it. "S-Sorry, it's this one. What am I supposed to put here?"

He moved closer, the arm that he had around her chair lightly brushing into her back and his face nearing hers. For a moment she couldn't breathe.

"Oh I see. It's asking you if you claim yourself as dependent or not. Does your mom still add you to her taxes?"

"I'm not sure what that means." She blushed, feeling a little dumb.

"Well let's see." He scratched the stubble on his chin in thought. "Do you still live with your parents?"

Helena shook her head. "No. I live on my own now."

"Really?" He asked curiously.

"Is that bad?"

"No, it's just...with zero job experience, how are you affording where you are now?"

"My father is paying for everything I need while I'm going to school."

"I see. Then we can just leave that part blank for now and we'll figure it out. Oh, now we are on to the part about the uniforms. Helena, there's something I need you to do. I want you to get undressed..."

"What?!" She exclaimed.

"I want you to try on our uniform and see how it fits. I hope that's OK."

"OH! Yeah it's more than OK, why wouldn't it be OK? Sorry, am I rambling? I'll stop." Helena's mind was racing at how he worded it. I want you to get undressed?

"What size do you need?" He asked while heading to a large cabinet in the corner. He tugged it open and inside were two large piles full of folded gray uniforms. "We have small, medium, large?"

"Large will probably be fine." Helena answered, hoping it would be good enough to fit. She was curvy pretty much everywhere and most clothes that came together or didn't stretch wouldn't fit her proportions. She was chest heavy, thick legs with child bearing hips, and a bit pudgy in the tummy. Skirts were usually the worst because her behind was plump and made them rise up showing her panties. However, from what she noticed from the female staff, the skirts dipped downpast calves to go along with the petticoat, giving it a 1960's look.

When he passed her the uniform; a black petticoat, black socks, a coal gray maid dress with matching head piece and a white apron, she gave him a worried look.

"What's wrong?"

"Uh...do...do I change in here?"

"Oh! Yes, please. Just to see how it fits and looks on you. Don't worry, I'll wait outside until you're finished." Liam told her, already circling around the room and pretended to shield his eyes. "I won't peek, I promise." He teased and shut the door behind him.

Helena stood there quietly with the clothes in her hands. Is this really O.K.? She thought nervously. Her eyes glanced around the room suspiciously for any cameras laying about but didn't see. The only way anyone could see her was through the single window in the room on the second floor or if he...

Without another thought, she quickly pulled her top over her head, placed it neatly into her seat and then slid the dress on. It was short sleeved and had buttons that stretched down the chest. A few of the top buttons didn't want to connect over her breasts so she left them open and used the giant white apron to cover over them before knotting it in the back.

Helena went to remove her jeans but the moment she did, she saw a bigger problem than her bust. The skirt was torn on the hip. She didn't even hear it tear and it revealed the pink panties she was wearing.

Shit! This isn't good!

"Almost done in there Helena?" Mr. Reider asked from behind the door.

"N-no! One minute!" She went to take off the entire outfit but when she tried to pull it up over her head, she realized that her breasts were stuck and won't let her out of the dress.

"What the hell..." She panicked and tried again before hearing another tear splitting down the middle where her breasts were.

"Oh no! Why!" She placed the skirt back down and tried to cover herself.

Mr. Reider knocked before walking in. "Everything O.K. in here? I heard...oh." When he saw her in this state, a small smirk curved on his lips. She did her best to cover her body with both hands and her arms but failed in preventing him from seeing both rips.

"What happened?"

"I think I may need a bigger size." She said embarrassed.

"Of course." He breathed in deeply.Helena could see his pupils dilated and he was trying his damndest not to lower his eyes to her breasts.

As he walked past her to the cabinet, she kept her eyes to the floor with a huge blush while backing up to allow him by. "Sorry about the rips."

As he handed her a new uniform, he smiled at her. "Don't worry about it." He reassured her and walked back out the door. "Take as much time as you need."

Helena had to actually tear the dress a bit more around her chest area to finally be free of it and then she tried on the new one. It was a bit baggier than the other one but it fit around her breasts and hips fine. Only problem was it dropped lower than the other dress and went down to her ankles. "Ok." She called out. "How's this?" She asked when he came in.

Liam chuckled. "It looks like you're being buried alive in there but I'm sure it's a better fit than before, no?"

"Yeah." She replied blushing.

"I'm sure Madame Lidiya can help hem it for you. For now, we'll go ahead and let you keep it. Go ahead and change back, I'm sure that's all we need for today. We can get you started tomorrow morning."

Aww do we have to leave now? Helena pouted as he led her back outside the beautiful mansion she was first introduced to. She couldn't believe she was given an opportunity to work at a gorgeous place like this. It was way too upper class than what she was used to.

"Thank you for your help today Mr. Reider." She told him as he walked her out the front gates. "Oh wait, I'm sorry. I really hate to ask but before I go, is there any way I can work a few hours for a couple of dollars? I forgot that I don't have enough gas to return home and I'm about 45 minutes away. I promise I'll work really hard from here on."

"Oh hmm, let me go ask my other half and see if it's O.K."

"Absolutely not."

They both jumped at the sound of her voice as she appeared up from behind them. She reached inside a rectangle burgundy wallet and handed her a twenty.

"Should be more than enough I presume?" She asked flatly.

"Yes, it is! Thank you so much Mrs. Daville!" Helena said excitedly.

"Good, you can come here early in the morning at 5 to work it off." She sneered and laced her arms into her husband's. "Don't be late."

Just like that, she turned and closed the gate on Helena's face.

She stood there in disbelief at how rude she was but at the same time, she was worried at how she would fare the next morning working that early.

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