This just might be the dream job she's been looking for!

Colleen Palmer hates her job as a computer programmer. The pay is good, but the hours
are terrible, and what’s worse, she never gets to work on anything interesting. Unable to
take it anymore, she quits to go in search of her dream job. In the meantime, though, she
still has to pay the bills, so she lets her friend talk her into becoming a maid for Silicon
Valley’s rich and famous.

Cleaning really isn’t her thing, but polishing silver and dusting furniture doesn’t seem so
bad when she meets her first client, the gorgeous Steven Hughes. It might not be her
dream job, but on top of making some pretty damn good money and setting her own
hours, she gets to spend her day with a hot and hunky guy.

There are some drawbacks to working for Steve, though. One, he tends to be a little
obsessive compulsive about how he likes his house cleaned. And two, he has an
annoying habit of spanking her every time she doesn’t follow orders. But everything
changes when her curiosity gets the better of her and she sneaks into his secret room to
discovers he’s a computer programmer just like her. And that working alongside him
might just be the dream job she’s been looking for. If she can put up with all his
Excerpt                                                                                                                                                                                © Paige Tyler, 2013

Colleen ran the vacuum over the section of the rug on either side of the couch, then in front of the low-slung coffee table. She was thinking
how incredibly easy it was to clean a carpet that had obviously never even seen dirt much less made friends with it when the vacuum
suddenly stopped. Frowning, she flipped the switch off then on, but the vacuum still wouldn’t work. She turned to see if she’d jerked the
plug out of the wall and was jumped when she saw Steven Hughes standing there with it in his hand.

He scowled. “What the hell are you doing?”

What the hell did it look like she was doing? “Vacuuming.”


Colleen gritted her teeth. He sounded like he was talking to a child who should know better. “You told me you wanted the rug vacuumed, so
that’s what I’m doing.”

His brows drew together. “I also said I wanted you to keep the noise down.”

How the heck did he expect her to vacuum quietly? She would have asked, but getting into a fight with a client her first day on the job
probably wouldn’t be a good idea.

“Fine. I won’t vacuum. But don’t complain that the rug isn’t clean.”

Giving the cord a jerk, she yanked it out of his hand and angrily wrapped it around the hooks on the vacuum. Across the room, Steven
Hughes muttered something under his breath she couldn’t catch.

She whirled around to face him, pinning his with a glare. “I don’t know who the hell you think you are, but you’d better start treating me with
a little more respect, or you’ll be cleaning your own damn house.”

Colleen turned back to finish wrapping the cord, only to gasp when a hand caught her arm and spun her around. She knew Hughes was
tall, but she didn’t realize how tall until now. He towered over her.

“You’re the one who needs to learn some respect,” he said. “I pay a lot for your cleaning service and I want it done right.”

She lifted her chin. “I was doing it right until you came out here and got in my way. I was even going to make sure the tassels on your
overpriced rug were all straight and pretty just like you ordered—which is beyond stupid, by the way. I’m a maid, not your slave, Mr,
Hughes, so you can just go to hell.”

Okay, so much for not getting into a fight with a client. She could kiss this job goodbye.

Abruptly realizing he was still holding onto her arm, Colleen tried to yank it free, but he tightened his grip. The next thing she knew, she was
bent over the back of the sectional couch. What the hell?

She tried to push herself upright, but a strong hand on her back firmly pushed her down.

Colleen craned her neck to glare at him over her shoulder. “What the hell do you think you’re doing? Let me go.”

He glowered down at her with those incredible blue eyes of his. “Not until we get something straight. You might not be my slave, but I pay to
have you come here and clean, not interrupt me while I’m working.”

She could officially add arrogant to his list of flaws. And why the hell did he had to bend her over the couch to lecture her? She opened her
mouth to ask when she felt his hand come down hard on her jean-clad ass.

Colleen’s eyes went wide. She had to be imagining things, because there was no way he had just done that. But when his hand came down
again, this time on her other cheek, she realized she hadn’t been imagining it at all. Steven Hughes was spanking her.
© 2012 Paige Tyler