Maid For Beckett Catching The Baseball Legend’s Heart novel Chapter 11

Chapter 11

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Working at The Old Town Tavern made me immune to people’s presence, especially drunken and intoxicated men. I learned how to ignore them and focus on what’s important–my job. So, having my blood run south and chills coasting my forearms because of the five bulky men staring at me, crowding the kitchen, was something I was not used to. My feet were suddenly cold, and the urge to retreat to where I had entered bloomed in my chest.

Music pulsed from the JBL speaker on top of the kitchen island. The colors danced to the tune of Eminem’s Slim Shady, each beat chasing my heart out of my chest.

“Who are you?” one of them asked. He was leaning near the sink, crazy tall with messy blond hair and sharp green eyes. All of them were standing at six feet tall, but he’s the one who broke the staring contest between them and me. He was amused at seeing the two huge bags weighing my shoulders down.

“Uhm, Andi…” I had to clear my throat to find my speaking voice. “Andi. My name is Andi.”

“Andi,” one of them tested my name. The one with thick arms, tan skin, a shaved fade and tattooed forearms. “You a boy or a girl?”

My eyebrows knitted together, and he chuckled. “Kidding, Andi girl. You look like you saw a ghost.”

I simmered, the drumming in my heart taking a curve from being surprised to annoyed. I tipped my chin up and dared to step into the huge men in tight shirts and pants‘ den.

“I just have to put everything away, and I will disappear.” I didn’t mean to sound displeased by being in their presence, but they reeked of arrogance and big egos, just like Beckett.

I weaved through the two guys standing in my way to the fridge, freezing when they both grabbed the straps of the bags hanging from my shoulder. I looked up at them with a frown. ‘What now?‘ I was ready to open my mouth and give them a piece of my mind when they pulled the bags from my shoulder. They both carried it to the kitchen island, stopping me from blabbering words that I would regret.

Did I judge them too quickly because they are friends with Beckett? I had to reprimand myself for judging people because of their association with my boss.

“You won’t grow taller if you keep carrying bags heavier than you,” one teased, his eyes crinkling as he smiled. He had a big teddy–bear build, soft dark eyes, and black curls.

“Is this even legal? You look like you’re barely eighteen.” The slim one tilted his head to the side, his shoulder–length auburn hair smoothly following his movements, and the freckles in his cheeks made his brown eyes pop.

I narrowed my eyes at them. They helped me, but they couldn’t help but make fun of me? I’m not tiny. I stand five four It isn’t my fault that they are a group of overgrown men.

“I am of legal age,” I said calmly as I went to unload the contents of the bag on the island.

I could barely find a place to put everything. Junk food, pizza boxes, and alcohol bottles were crowding the kitchen.

“Thank you for your help, and I can handle carrying things heavier than me just fine,” I murmured as I opened the cupboards and fridge simultaneously, shoving everything inside as fast as I could I needed to be out of here before Beckett came back and thought of a way to humiliate me in front of his friends.

I heard laughter and water splashing from outside. Beckett was sitting in the lounge area by the pool, and four other men were in the water. My lips pursed. If I wanted to avoid my boss. I couldn’t go back to the pool house.

“Are you Beckett’s new girl?” one of them murmured. I think it’s the guy standing near the back door. “What happened to

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My attention was once again pulled back into the kitchen. “What? New girl? I’m working here as a maid, not Beckett’s something.”

A collective ohh echoed from the boys. It made me turn around with a frown.

The skinny one answered, “So the blonde didn’t succeed.”

Now I was getting curious. What the hell were they talking about? Auburn hair answered, “You’re not here to make Beckett fall in love with you?”

“What?! Fall in love?!” I burst out laughing. “God no. I would rather starve to death than fall in love with that man–child.” The words were out of my mouth before I realized what I had just blurted out.

Silence fell on the boys; you could hear a pin drop. Why did I have to run my mouth first before thinking? These are Beckett’s friends, and they won’t care if I lose this job. The rambling in my head stopped when they burst out laughing, killing the music from the speaker as they hollered.

“I like you, Andi girl,” the blond one tossed his brawny arms around my shoulder, ruffling my hair like a big brother would.

My face pruned as I tried–and failed–to free myself from his powerful grip. “Let go.”

He ruffled my hair again before releasing me. Then he placed the beer bottle he was holding on his chest. “I’m Jace. This is Rafa.” The shaved fade guy tipped his beer at me. “That’s Theo,” the teddy bear guy grinned. “That’s Miles,” the auburn- haired

guy nodded. “And that’s Connor.” The wavy–haired guy gave me a salute.

I nodded at them. “Andi.”

Connor looked bemused. “You don’t know us, do you?” They shared amusement as I just kept staring at each of them.

I answered with a blank stare, shaking my head, and they once again laughed collectively. I had an idea that they were Beckett’s teammates because Basil told me so, but I really didn’t know who they were.

“I think she’ll last two months,” Miles piped in.

“Three,” Rafa raised his hand.

“I think she’ll stay here for good,” Jace said, his gaze meaningful, as if he was already seeing my future in this place. He recked of big–brother energy, the guy everyone looked up to.

“Wanna bet?” Rafa asked.

“Deal. A thousand bucks this time,” Miles offered, and the three of them exchanged high fives.

I shook my head and went back to emptying the bags. Boys will be boys, no matter how big their biceps are.

“Oh, good, you’re here” Beckett entered the room, and the hair on the back of my neck rose in annoyance. That tone he was using didn’t sound good.

“Yes,” I answered. “And I bought everything on your list. They are at the truck in the garage.” I explained, facing him. My breath caught as I came face–to–face with his bare, tattooed chest once again I’m lucky I was leaning on the kitchen counter. or I would’ve turned into putty because a Greek god dripping with water all over his skin was standing before me.

“Eyes up here, chipmunk,” he murmured, putting a glower into my lace.

“It’s not my fault you are standing too close to me…” I trailed off, catching myself before I name–call my boss

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He raised an eyebrow at me, looking at me through the tip of his nose. “This is my house. I can stand wherever I want.”

I could only swallow hard because he was standing too close. The people I was once talking to earlier had faded into the background. His gray eyes burned holes in my face as I shifted from one foot to another.

He was intentionally intimidating me. Wanting me to cower away. I wouldn’t give in, though, so I tipped my chin up and stared back at him. We were in a trance, but he smirked, making my palms and back sweaty.

“You done?” he asked.

“Wha… what?”

“I think you’re done here.” He stepped away, giving me a view of his back as he turned around. Even his back was so freaking toned. “Wash our training clothes now.”

I blinked at him, then slid my gaze to his teammates and toward the towering laundry basket on the side of the door. I didn’t notice it before. It was a literal mountain of muddy uniforms. Pants, jerseys, socks, towels–maybe even a dead rabbit tangled somewhere in there. Who knows?

“You want those washed tonight?” I asked, my voice clipped.

I looked at the pile and back at him. He was really testing my patience to the limit.

“Yes,” he crossed his arms in the middle, flexing his toned, tattooed muscles in a form of command. “We need them

tomorrow.”

Keep your cool, Andi. Keep your cool. Don’t let him see that he’s getting on your nerves. That’s what he wants.

So I tipped my chin up and gave him a dazzling smile.

Is there a problem?” he asked, as though he were just asking me about the weather.

*Nothing.”

‘You know, you can just always give up.

.”

‘Have you ever tried washing your clothes?” I fired back, and he frowned. His eyes narrowed, and his nose flared. He didn’t like my tone. Well, beats me–I don’t like everything about him. “Figures. It’s as easy as one, two, three, sir.”

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