Maid For Beckett Catching The Baseball Legend’s Heart novel Chapter 14

I was dead tired when I finally closed the casita’s door behind me. I told myself that I wouldn’t feel comfortable in this place, that nothing would become familiar to me because my stay here was only temporary. But a sense of relief washed over me as soon as I was back in my quarters.

My bed was soft, and it smelled of fresh lemon, but sleep wasn’t kind to me. Images of Beckett and Sloane tangled in his bed filled my head.

I don’t give a damn about them. They were no one to me, but everything that happened in Beckett’s room kept playing over and over in my mind.

I can’t deny that I find my boss really attractive. There would be something wrong with my eyes if I didn’t, right? But in the ensuite, for a moment, he looked at me as a human being. He saw me. Really saw me. It didn’t last, but I longed to be treated that way. Then there was Sloane. She lives in a world far beyond my reach. She walks on glittered ground, while I walk on dirt.

They look good together, but why does the thought of them making love in the mansion pinch my chest in such a bitter way?

I didn’t even feel that I had fallen asleep. I closed my eyes, and the alarm blared again, blasting my eardrums.

With a groan, I turned the alarm off and dragged myself out of bed. I zombie–walked to the kitchen and made myself coffee. frowning when I heard someone scratching at my door. It was five in the morning.

With the mug of coffee in hand, I went to open the door, and my hunch was correct. The three fur babies of my boss were waiting for me, Maple dropping a tennis ball at my feet.

Hey, you guys,” I cooed, kneeling before them and giving them a good amount of petting each. “What are you doing here o early?”

Maple wasn’t satisfied with the amount of attention she was getting. She nudged her way onto my lap and licked my face. Giggles rumbled from my chest as I rose to my feet, securing my coffee from spilling all over me.

frowned as I glanced at the pool. It was clean–no neon–green balls floating on the water.

Storm jumped onto my chest. He was tall when he stood on his two feet. They wanted more petting, so I went to sit at the outside table and chairs in the corner of the pool area. I placed my coffee on the table and gave the three dogs another good betting until they grew tired of me and started running around the pool area.

sipped my coffee, watching them play like kids, then glanced at the second floor of the mansion.

They must still be in bed together, sheets tangled over their naked bodies.

The thought of Beckett and Sloane in that state made my coffee taste as bitter as freshly ground espresso

Why do I care about them so much? It’s none of my business what they do with their lives.

Deciding it was best to keep myself busy instead of thinking about my boss’s love life, I brought my coffee into the mansion and started preparing breakfast: scrambled eggs, chicken apple sausage, potatoes with paprika, toast with powdered sugar, nixed berries, and freshly squeezed orange juice. I was busy with the coffee machine when I heard voices coming from the pool area. Beckett and Sloane were coming in from their run.

I was instantly intimidated by how beautiful Sloane was in daylight. Her figure–hugging sports top and leggings enhanced aer perfectly shaped body. She had curves in the right spots, and her hair still looked soft despite the sweat dripping from her skin. She’d stepped off a runway instead of a jogging trail Makeup perfect. Ponytail perfect. Stomach probably perfect

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On the other hand, my boss was sweaty, flushed, stupidly attractive for someone who probably didn’t get two hours of sleep. His gray shirt clung to his chest, and his hair was a mess from the wind. He rolled his shoulder once–like it was stiff or sore -and I lowered my head before they lifted theirs and caught me checking him out.

Their laughter filled the kitchen as they walked inside.

“Ugh, you’re still here?” were Sloane’s first words when she saw me, her nose wrinkled like she smelled garbage.

I held the itch to roll my eyes, smiling at them instead. “Good morning,” I grinned. It was as fake as plastic. “Breakfast is ready.”

I saw how Beckett’s eyes lit up the exact moment Sloane wrinkled her lips in disgust. At least one of them was excited to know what I had prepared.

Sloane sashayed toward the kitchen island. I was surprised she didn’t pinch her nose as she removed the silver lid covering he food. Her gaze darkened when she saw what I made–not because she was disgusted. I knew my food well.

Beckett rubbed his hands together like a kid who couldn’t wait to taste his food. He cleared his throat when he realized I was watching. “Where’s my coffee?”

turned around and got him his coffee. My boss was already gobbling the eggs and toast when I placed the mug in front of

him.

He took a bite.

Then another.

Then a bigger one.

He didn’t speak, but his expression said everything: he liked it. Like, a lot.

loane noticed this. Her eyes narrowed, and she snatched a fork, stabbing a piece of egg from Beckett’s plate. She chewed nce, her real reaction flickered across her face: shock, then actual enjoyment-

But she wiped it away faster than it came.

Then she reached for a glass of orange juice, her face crumpling as she took a sip. “Ugh, what the hell is this?” she grumbled. This is too sweet. Are you trying to mess with Beckett’s diet?”

frowned, confused, and stared at my boss. “He said he can eat anything, and I didn’t put any sweetener in that junce”

sloane glowered as she took another forkful of the scrambled eggs. She lifted it to eye level, as though dissecting the food in her mind. She took a bite and feigned choking. At that moment, I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at her lousy acting skills.

Oh.” She pressed a hand to her stomach dramatically. “This is too salty and too oily. Ugh. I think I’m going to be sick

had to bite the inside of my cheek to stop myself from giving her a piece of my mind. No one is forcing her to eat my ood. And despite who cooked it, no one should disrespect food. Many people in this world are starving, hoping to be in her hoes right now. She lost my respect because of her attitude.

Beckett set down his fork with a heavy sigh. He reached for a glass of water and handed it to Sloane.

‘If you don’t like what she prepared, you’re free to use my kitchen,” he murmured. “Just don’t give me that attitude. I like the food I’m eating.”

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1 blinked at Beckett. Sloane’s mouth hung open. I wasn’t expecting him to admit that he liked my food. Not in a million years, much less defend it from Sloane’s unreasonable dislike.

Beckett looked at me. Not annoyed. Not angry. Just… looking.

“What are you still doing here?” he said simply. “Don’t you have boxes to unload from the truck?”

“Ohhh, oh, yes. I’ll leave you to your breakfast,” I said, grateful that he dismissed me. He was still cold, still testy, but at least he gave me a way out, away from Sloane’s grasp.

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