Hot Coffee (The Hollens) novel Chapter 6

Emma's POV

I woke up at 5:30 the next morning. I brushed my teeth then combed my thick hair before heading to the kitchen to make his highness's coffee. 

The clock struck 6:00 and the telephone rang. He instructed me to bring the coffee up to his bedroom on the top floor. I walked, carefully, with the coffee on a tray so it wouldn't spill over from the exhausting journey I had to take up the stairs. His bedroom door was slightly open. 

I pushed through and called for him. "Mr. Hollen, I brought your coffee!"

Silence.

"Mr. Hollen?" I called again.

He appeared from the area I assumed was the bathroom with a red bath towel wrapped around his waist, and another drying his wet hair. His chest screamed come lick me. The lush V-line carved out his six pack perfectly. I couldn't help admiring him. Everything moved in a slow motion then the stupid coffee just had to fall over onto the floor.

"What the actual fuck, Emma!"

"I'm... ah... so... rry," I was lost in words as I dropped to pick up the broken pieces. "I'm sorry, Mr. Hol--"

"Get a damn broom, and don't use your hands. Are you crazy?"

The tears came. Suddenly, someone else appeared behind him and held his waist.

"Where do you get these incompetent maids? She can't even serve a cup of coffee," the woman said with an upturned face. She was slender and wrapped in a bath towel also.

She has to be his fiancee, I assumed.

"Get the cleaning products and clean this shit up, Emma!" he ordered.

I got up, turned on my heels and ran downstairs to the storeroom. My eyes were stinging with tears, but I quickly wiped them away. I had to be professional not a child. I couldn't cry because of one accident. It was an accident.

I went back to his room and cleaned the spill.

"Oh, and when you're finished, come and change the sheets and lay fresh ones," the lady instructed me, as if she was the one who hired me.

"Yes ma'am," I replied.

She turned to Mr. Hollen and gave him a passionate kiss, like I wasn't even there. My heart twisted in my chest, squeezing the blood away.

I shouldn't be feeling this way, I reminded myself. He would never look at someone like me. 

His fiancee looked like a supermodel with her olive skin, while I was a light caramel. He was way out of my league.

I wiped the tears from my over-sized glasses. 

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I made my breakfast and waited for Agnes and Halley to come in.

"Good morning, Emma. Well, today is the day that the real work begins. Mr. Hollen instructed me last night to let you know how we do things around here,"  Agnes said as she moved to make her breakfast. "Every maid has her own room and should keep it tidy at all times. He doesn't invade our personal space, but we must remember this isn't our house. It's his. Mr. Hollen has us assigned for special things. For instance, I'm the chef and in charge of the kitchen. If anything goes wrong with his food, it's my behind the grill. Halley is responsible for the cleaning and tidying, and you're assigned to his coffee and assisting Halley with the cleaning. We each have a role to play, but we're a team and must act as such. 

"You work a 6:00 a.m to 2:00 p.m shift. You're off on weekends, and get a half day once a week. Under no circumstances do you clean his study unless he tells you to do so." She was flowing as if she'd been saying this all her life.

"I understand."

"Did he get his coffee?"

"No, I spilled it in his room." A single tear started to fall.