maidthree

Chantal arrived through the back door in the kitchen knowing it was a much quieter entrance than the front, still, as out of breath as she was she was surprised the whole house couldn’t hear her intakes of air. Setting her cap on straight and retying her apron Chantal listened carefully but heard nothing and figured she has gotten away with her minor slip of 15 minutes. She’d never do that again. Of course she’d never make the discovery that her boss was a secret rock star as well!
And what a rock star to…her mind wandered back to the video she and Vicky had watched in amazement earlier. He’s worn a red suit while sailing along on a gorgeous yacht, long legs that went on forever, hair blowing in the wind and a face of such confidence, no wonder she felt intimidated by him. Of course all the guys that she assumed were the band had been extremely handsome, especially Simon. He’d been charming in a way, never taking himself too seriously while still managing his own brand of confidence that far surpassed those men she had met in her life. Even the way he rode the horse in the video, so natural, as though he’d been doing it all his life. And the voice, oh that voice! So sexy and really quite nice to listen to…
"Thinking about me love?" She felt Simon sliding his hands over her daydreaming shoulders as she jumped back to reality as well as a good four feet away from the singer. She turned guiltily back towards Simon and all the while her mind kept yelling, your staring at a rock star which only translated to her already blushing face and Simon knew the answer.
"I’ll take that as a yes." He gave her a quick sweeping glance then walked over towards were she was already pressed up against the counter and got just close enough to really make her nervous.
"And what were you thinking about me darling?" Simon raised a careful eyebrow while keeping his lips slightly open. It was a move carefully perfected over years of flirting with women. The effect seemed to make the previously cocky maid almost squeak with nervousness, this was not what Simon was looking for.
"Hey, you all right?" He asked her forgetting his previously sexy furring his eyebrows with worry.
"Yeah, no, I’m fine, fine." Her pitch rose about an octave by the end and her hands began to shake. Maybe John was right, she was afraid of men.
"Look, something is bothering you, if it’s me I can back up, I don’t want to scare you."
"No, no, Simon you don’t scare me, something else…it doesn’t matter," Her mind was screaming what she wanted to say but her mouth wrestled to keep everything in check.
"Well then what is it love, come on tell Simon."
"Simon! You’re Simon Le Bon!" So much for her mouth keeping quiet, as usual it was saying exactly what it wanted to with out one thought to the consequences.
Simon felt a grin crack onto his face then looked at her as he had earlier in the day when they had first met.
"Yes, that’s me. Any other ground breaking news you’d care to give me?"
"No, yes, You’re a rock star!" Chantal’s eyes went wide and her hands clapped over her mouth but it was to late, what was said was said.
"Yeah." He said as though this were a normal thing. To him it was. "Is that what’s bothering you?"
"Yes, no, John’s one as well!" She gave up on shutting her mouth might as well be honest with the man.
"Well yeah, what does this have to do with. . . Wait a minute, John told you all this right?"
"Wrong. I just found out at lunch." Now she was going a minute, no stopping her now. "There was this video and my friend thinks you’re a hunk, and you were there and John was being Rambo, and this chick with face paint…"
"Ah, Rio."
"Yeah and It was crazy. I mean I’m sitting there one minute and the next your up there on a boat. And then I knew of the band Duran Duran.. Weird name." She swallowed audibly then shut up all in one moment expecting Simon to say something. He simply stood there for a moment soaking it in. Finally he was ready to speak.
"So John never told you what he did for a living?"
"No."
"And you’ve never heard of Duran before?"
"I listen to country." Simon wrinkled his nose but continued none the less.
"You’ve not seen any of the tabloid articles? Fans on the lawn, news stories?" Chantal blinked twice then stepped closer to Simon.
"Well there were those two girls taking each other’s picture in front of the Asti the other day, but let’s be honest, that thing is a dream machine. Who could blame them. I’m planning on…what tabloid articles?" Simon didn’t stop to answer.
"Haven’t you been in the room with the musical equipment?"
"Oh that must be the locked one I’m not allowed to go in." Without another breath Simon grabbed Chantal’s hand and began pulling her out of the kitchen while yelling rather angrily,
"John!" Chantal realized what Simon was about to do and dug her heels into the carpet effectively putting on the breaks.
"Simon, Please no. If he has a reason for keeping it a secret then let’s do just that."
"I know his reasoning and it’s ludicrous. Now are you going to move or not?"
"No."
"Right." With that Simon grabbed around her waist and hauled her up over his shoulder. He had no time for difficult females, he needed a few words with a certain band mate.
"John!" Simon said again as Chantal squeaked in protest. She was to humiliated to do anything else.
The door to the music room was slammed open giving John, who was wearing headphones a rather nasty start. He turned to see Simon carrying his maid over his shoulder! The second thing he noticed were said maid’s long legs kicking around under her drab black get up, maybe they weren’t so stork like after all. Still, he’d sent Simon to ask for a few sandwiches from the maid, not to make a sandwich with her. John jumped up and threw down the headphones then gave Simon a frustrated look.
"How many times do I have to tell you Simon, do not steal the house maids!" But Simon was in no mood to be chastised, even as jokingly as John had said it.
"And exactly how long were not you going to let her go on in the dark about us? What was she suppose to think, you made your money bloody drug dealing? Or maybe that you were a male escort servicing the local model population?"
"Hey now mate. Your helping out quite a bit in that department, don’t go settling all the blame on me!"
"I’m blaming you for not telling Chantal here what in the hell you did for a living."
"Well," John stammered wondering what to say, "I had my reasons and that’s on a need to know basis any way." Simon shifted his weight causing Chantal to bounce uncomfortably on his shoulder.
"And you didn’t think a woman living in your house is need to know?"
"Look I’ll tell you what you to need to know!" Chantal yelled in a muffled voice from behind Simon’s back as her feet wriggled around helplessly. "You need to know that if you don’t put me down in the next few seconds your ship sailing lip synching backsides will be feeling this house maid’s snap! Now put me down!" With a final knee to Simon’s chest he unceremoniously slid Chantal to the floor, exposing the cutest pair of pink knickers John had ever seen. Chantal turned and her face just about matched the color. So she did have some spice to her, how wonderful. John was getting rather sick of the scared stiff yes sir act she’d been fronting.
Chantal huffily smoothed her skirts then looked around remembering where she was and took a quick step back bumping right into Simon who steadied her with his hands on her shoulders. No sense fighting it, after noticing the look on John’s face, she was feeling like a bit of reinforcement might just be the order of the day.
"You know Simon, last time I checked this was my house, and that is my maid, and what I do in my house and who I tell is up to me."
"Not in this case, you live in the public eye, I mean for crying out loud she saw you being Rambo in a pub today!"
"Who?"
"You know with the machine gun in Rio."
"I was being a comic book…"
"John? To the point if you please?" John shut his mouth and wondered to himself why they had thought he wanted to imitate that sweaty Italian guy.
"All I’m trying to say is that it’s not fair to Chantal. What if she’s in Tesco one day and suddenly sees herself in a scandal sheet being romantically linked to you. What were you going to tell her then? Because you know it’s only a matter of time before the paparazzi sees her grabbing the morning paper, or finds her washing the car and then what? They won’t link her to you as your grandmother, unlike Mrs. Whitcomb. How does she explain those headlines to her parents?"
"All right enough on the lecturing." John looked at Chantal who was wide eyed over the whole experience. The most famous person she’d probably ever run into in her life up until now was the local contest winner in the 4-H competition at the state fair.
"Chantal, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. I just got burned with the last house keeper so I was a bit wary about telling you. We’re a rock band love."
"Gee, you think, You’ve got enough Basses and guitars in here to front an invasion on Jerico. I saw your video at the pub and I pretty much figured it out from there. Nice Fender over there by the corner by the way." She gestured to a midnight blue guitar placed near one of his platinum records from the first album Duran had ever put out. "My brother plays to answer your question. That’s how I knew." John wondered for a moment how in the world she knew what he was thinking then just as quickly shook the whole thing back out of his head.
"I guess you should know about the tabloids that came out about a month ago. Life was going rather swell and then Mrs. Whitcomb, my ex-maid decided to rat off to the papers about the various house guests I had coming over. It sort of ruined my clean teeny bopper idol image. They call me the Notorious play boy now. We should write a song called that Simon." Once again he was side tracked but not for long as he locked intense eyes with Chantal that took her breath away. "You’ve got to promise me that you’ll be perfectly discreet about all of this. The media can be nasty and the last thing we need is more fuel for the fire."
She nodded and swallowed feeling her old unease around him come flying back into her tummy and it left butterflies. "I promise Mr. Taylor. It’s even in my contract to be discreet. I mean you’re a twenty something male. What was Mrs. Whitcomb expecting, celibacy?   I mean when my brother first discovered women, there were girls galore up in the barn…that doesn’t matter." She quickly shut up when she saw both of them looking at her with funny glances. "Right, I’ve got uh, something to do, like wash the Asti, or something…" With that Chantal quietly ducked out of the room and clicked the door shut.
"A barn huh? Never thought of that before." Simon’s gears were turning. "The hay would make an excellent mattress. I mean that would be…" John cleared his throat rather loudly interrupting Simon’s delectable fantasy involving a blonde cowgirl.
"Are you quite finished?" John stood looking at his mate with his arms crossed over his chest looking very imposing and for the first time that day Simon began to see why Chantal got a bit nervous around John.
"Um, yes, actually. Look I’ve got to run. I have a date tonight, most likely." With that he sheepishly ducked out of the sound room leaving John to return to his records.
Simon spotted Chantal at the end of the hall and quickly snuck up behind her on silent feet.
"So uh, when can we go out?" Simon’s question was so straight forward Chantal was forced to swing around quickly to look right back into his bright blue eyes with a disbelieving gaze.
"What!?" Simon slid a hand into his pocket then placed his other arm over her head successfully trapping her into a corner of the darkened hall way.
"I’m asking you on a date Chantal. So when should we make it?"
"You know for your information, lover boy, I haven’t excepted yet. So as of right now, your question is a mute point."   Simon leaned down and grinned at her charmingly as if to say he wasn’t too concerned. The carelessness in his eyes made Chantal forget just what exactly she was standing for and a tiny smile broke out onto her face.
"Look, how about tonight. I get off at seven then we can go down to the local pub and you can meet my friend that’s got the hots for you. And don’t worry about any of your fans finding out, the place is dead at all hours of the day."
"Well then maybe we can liven the place up a bit."
"That’s exactly what I had in mind."
"And tell me, is this friend who’s got the hots for me, hot as well?"
"You are a naughty flirt. Too bad for me I think you’re kind of a cute and naughty flirt."
"I never stop, one of my weaknesses I’m afraid. You aren’t the jealous type are you?"
"Sweet heart as long as you aren’t."
Simon leaned in closer to her and said in a voice for her alone. "Can’t wait to find out exactly what type of girl you are then." He then leaned in so close Chantal was sure he was going to kiss her but instead he went past her lips to her ear and gave a teasing nip at the end of it causing shivers to run down her spine and Simon’s ego to puff up like a penguin.   "Pick you up tonight outside the gates to this mausoleum at seven sharp." He began to walk away then turned around and gave her a head to toe look before grinning boyishly and adding, "And hopefully you’ll wear something like I’ve got in my mind."
Chantal, almost recovered from his tiny bite, stood to her full height and said in a sassy western tone, "In your dreams cowboy." She then winked and sashayed out of the hall leaving Simon standing in her wake.
"Cowboy." He muttered quietly to himself. "I kind of like the sound of that."   With that he exited the house whistling as he walked while he replaced the blonde in the dream with a more familiar face.

Maid For You- Part 3

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