After taking her through the rest of the house, and giving her even
more detailed instructions upstairs, Steven Hughes took her back
down to the living room where he led her over to a set of double
doors.
Stopping in front of them, he turned to her. “This is the one room
in the house that’s off-limits,” he said. “Nothing in there needs to
be cleaned, so there’s no reason for you to go in. Is that
understood?”
Colleen bristled at his tone. It made her feel like she was being
taken to task by the school principal. Biting her tongue, she
nodded. “Yes.”
Steven Hughes gave her a curt nod. “Good,” he said. “I have to get
more detailed instructions upstairs, Steven Hughes took her back
down to the living room where he led her over to a set of double
doors.
Stopping in front of them, he turned to her. “This is the one room
in the house that’s off-limits,” he said. “Nothing in there needs to
be cleaned, so there’s no reason for you to go in. Is that
understood?”
Colleen bristled at his tone. It made her feel like she was being
taken to task by the school principal. Biting her tongue, she
nodded. “Yes.”
Steven Hughes gave her a curt nod. “Good,” he said. “I have to get
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Maid for Spanking
back to work then.” Hand on the doorknob, he turned back to her. “Oh, and one more thing,” he
said. “I don’t like to be disturbed while I’m working, so please keep the noise down.”
With that, he opened the door and disappeared in the room. Curious, Colleen tried to catch a
glimpse of what was inside, but Hughes closed the door before she could see anything. Well, one
thing was for sure, she thought. The man might be a total hottie, but he was definitely strange.
At least he wasn’t going to be hovering over her while she did her work, she told herself.
Looking around the roomy living area, Colleen wondered where she should start first. Since it
looked like she was going to be cleaning his house every day anyway, she supposed that it didn’
t much matter where she started. Deciding on the kitchen, she went back outside to the small
minivan the cleaning company had given her to drive and took out the supplies she would
need. Letting herself back into the house, she went directly to the kitchen.
In her opinion, everything in there, from the state-of-the-art appliances to the terrazzo tile floor
was already squeaky clean to begin with, but Colleen dutifully wiped down the expensive
granite countertops and polished each and every stem glass. And though it seemed like a waste
of time to her, especially since they looked like they’d never been used anyway, she cleaned the
pots and pans hanging from the rack as well. Remembering that Hughes had asked her to clean
the floor, too, she quickly ran a mop over it before moving into the living room.
Since the television and stereo equipment had obviously been cleaned the day before, it didn’t
take but a few minutes to run a cloth over the flat-screen plasma TV and high-tech electronic
equipment. Once that was done, she went to get the vacuum out of the utility closet Steven
Hughes had pointed out earlier.
As she began to vacuum the plush wool throw rugs, Colleen found herself wondering whether
Steven Hughes lived alone. She didn’t know why she would even care, but for some reason, the
thought just seemed to pop into her head. She found it hard to believe that a guy as gorgeous as
he was didn’t have a girlfriend somewhere. But then again, it would have to be a woman that
could put up with his cleaning obsession, she thought. However, with his money, and as hot as
he was, most women would probably be willing to overlook his compulsion. Heck, she could.
Smiling at that, Colleen ran the vacuum over the section of the rug on either side of the couch
and then in front of the low-slung coffee table. She was thinking how incredibly easy it was to
clean a carpet that had probably never even seen dirt when the vacuum suddenly stopped. Her
brow furrowing, she flipped the switch off, and then back on, but the vacuum still wouldn’t work.
Wondering if she had inadvertently jerked the plug out of the wall, she turned around to see a
scowling Steven Hughes standing there with it in his hand.
“What are you doing?” he demanded.
Her frown deepened. “Vacuuming,” she answered, though that answer seemed obvious to her.
He looked at her in disbelief. “Now?”
Something in his tone made Colleen’s hackles rise, as if he were talking to a child who should
know better. “You told me that you wanted the rugs vacuumed,” she reminded him. “So that’s
what I’m doing.”
His brows drew together. “I also said that I wanted you to keep the noise down,” he told her
curtly.
Colleen wanted to ask him how the heck he expected her to vacuum and still be quiet, but
decided that getting into a fight with a customer her first day on the job probably wouldn’t be a
good idea. “Fine!” she snapped, and though she knew she probably should have, she couldn’t let
it end there. “I won’t vacuum. But don’t complain that the rug isn’t clean enough then.”
Giving the cord a jerk, she yanked it out of his hand and angrily began to wrap it around the
hooks on the vacuum. Across the room, Steven Hughes muttered something under his breath
that she couldn’t quite hear. But what he said didn’t matter, because she could fully understand
the tone. And it definitely wasn’t nice.
Eyes flashing, Colleen whirled around to face him. “I don’t know who you think you are, buddy,”
she said. “But you’d better start treating me with a little more respect, or you can damn well
clean your own house!”
Feeling immensely pleased with herself, she turned back to the vacuum with her head held
high, sure that Hughes would run back to his little private room at her show of backbone, but a
moment later, his hand was on her arm and he was spinning her around to face him.
Startled, Colleen opened her mouth to protest, only to find herself unceremoniously bent over
the back of the couch before she could even utter a sound. Stunned, she could only lay there for
a moment, wondering what the hell he had done that for. Well, the why didn’t matter, because
she wasn’t going to put up with it! But when she tried to push herself upright, a strong hand on
her back firmly pushed her down.
Craning her neck, she glared at him over her shoulder. “What the hell do you think you’re
doing?” she demanded. “Let me go!”
But Steven Hughes only continued to glower down at her with those incredible blue eyes of his.
“Not until we get something straight,” he said. “You work for me, Ms. Palmer, which means that I
don’t expect you to use such a tone with me.”
Furious at how unbelievably arrogant he was, she opened her mouth to tell him exactly what he
could do with his high-handed attitude when she felt his hand come down hard on her jean-
clad bottom.
Colleen’s eyes went wide. She had to be imagining things, she told herself, because there was
no way that he had just done that! But when his hand came down again, this time on her other
cheek, she realized that she hadn’t been imagining it at all. Steven Hughes was spanking her!
said. “I don’t like to be disturbed while I’m working, so please keep the noise down.”
With that, he opened the door and disappeared in the room. Curious, Colleen tried to catch a
glimpse of what was inside, but Hughes closed the door before she could see anything. Well, one
thing was for sure, she thought. The man might be a total hottie, but he was definitely strange.
At least he wasn’t going to be hovering over her while she did her work, she told herself.
Looking around the roomy living area, Colleen wondered where she should start first. Since it
looked like she was going to be cleaning his house every day anyway, she supposed that it didn’
t much matter where she started. Deciding on the kitchen, she went back outside to the small
minivan the cleaning company had given her to drive and took out the supplies she would
need. Letting herself back into the house, she went directly to the kitchen.
In her opinion, everything in there, from the state-of-the-art appliances to the terrazzo tile floor
was already squeaky clean to begin with, but Colleen dutifully wiped down the expensive
granite countertops and polished each and every stem glass. And though it seemed like a waste
of time to her, especially since they looked like they’d never been used anyway, she cleaned the
pots and pans hanging from the rack as well. Remembering that Hughes had asked her to clean
the floor, too, she quickly ran a mop over it before moving into the living room.
Since the television and stereo equipment had obviously been cleaned the day before, it didn’t
take but a few minutes to run a cloth over the flat-screen plasma TV and high-tech electronic
equipment. Once that was done, she went to get the vacuum out of the utility closet Steven
Hughes had pointed out earlier.
As she began to vacuum the plush wool throw rugs, Colleen found herself wondering whether
Steven Hughes lived alone. She didn’t know why she would even care, but for some reason, the
thought just seemed to pop into her head. She found it hard to believe that a guy as gorgeous as
he was didn’t have a girlfriend somewhere. But then again, it would have to be a woman that
could put up with his cleaning obsession, she thought. However, with his money, and as hot as
he was, most women would probably be willing to overlook his compulsion. Heck, she could.
Smiling at that, Colleen ran the vacuum over the section of the rug on either side of the couch
and then in front of the low-slung coffee table. She was thinking how incredibly easy it was to
clean a carpet that had probably never even seen dirt when the vacuum suddenly stopped. Her
brow furrowing, she flipped the switch off, and then back on, but the vacuum still wouldn’t work.
Wondering if she had inadvertently jerked the plug out of the wall, she turned around to see a
scowling Steven Hughes standing there with it in his hand.
“What are you doing?” he demanded.
Her frown deepened. “Vacuuming,” she answered, though that answer seemed obvious to her.
He looked at her in disbelief. “Now?”
Something in his tone made Colleen’s hackles rise, as if he were talking to a child who should
know better. “You told me that you wanted the rugs vacuumed,” she reminded him. “So that’s
what I’m doing.”
His brows drew together. “I also said that I wanted you to keep the noise down,” he told her
curtly.
Colleen wanted to ask him how the heck he expected her to vacuum and still be quiet, but
decided that getting into a fight with a customer her first day on the job probably wouldn’t be a
good idea. “Fine!” she snapped, and though she knew she probably should have, she couldn’t let
it end there. “I won’t vacuum. But don’t complain that the rug isn’t clean enough then.”
Giving the cord a jerk, she yanked it out of his hand and angrily began to wrap it around the
hooks on the vacuum. Across the room, Steven Hughes muttered something under his breath
that she couldn’t quite hear. But what he said didn’t matter, because she could fully understand
the tone. And it definitely wasn’t nice.
Eyes flashing, Colleen whirled around to face him. “I don’t know who you think you are, buddy,”
she said. “But you’d better start treating me with a little more respect, or you can damn well
clean your own house!”
Feeling immensely pleased with herself, she turned back to the vacuum with her head held
high, sure that Hughes would run back to his little private room at her show of backbone, but a
moment later, his hand was on her arm and he was spinning her around to face him.
Startled, Colleen opened her mouth to protest, only to find herself unceremoniously bent over
the back of the couch before she could even utter a sound. Stunned, she could only lay there for
a moment, wondering what the hell he had done that for. Well, the why didn’t matter, because
she wasn’t going to put up with it! But when she tried to push herself upright, a strong hand on
her back firmly pushed her down.
Craning her neck, she glared at him over her shoulder. “What the hell do you think you’re
doing?” she demanded. “Let me go!”
But Steven Hughes only continued to glower down at her with those incredible blue eyes of his.
“Not until we get something straight,” he said. “You work for me, Ms. Palmer, which means that I
don’t expect you to use such a tone with me.”
Furious at how unbelievably arrogant he was, she opened her mouth to tell him exactly what he
could do with his high-handed attitude when she felt his hand come down hard on her jean-
clad bottom.
Colleen’s eyes went wide. She had to be imagining things, she told herself, because there was
no way that he had just done that! But when his hand came down again, this time on her other
cheek, she realized that she hadn’t been imagining it at all. Steven Hughes was spanking her!
