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He's master of the house.
She's mistress of his desires....
After an unsuccessful search for her dream job in architecture, Emma Mayson becomes a maid for an incredibly handsome, wealthy entrepreneur. But Russell Carrick is also a total workaholic who has lost his zest for life -- or has he just misplaced it? Setting aside her feather duster and her inhibitions, Emma rekindles her employer's passion with a fantasy world of boundless pleasure. But then the unthinkable happens: She falls for him. Can she make Russell see her as more than a plaything?
- Sales Rank: #2673155 in Books
- Published on: 2007-02-13
- Released on: 2007-02-13
- Original language: English
- Number of items: 1
- Dimensions: 8.25" h x .80" w x 5.31" l, .56 pounds
- Binding: Paperback
- 288 pages
About the Author
Lisa Cach is the national bestselling, award-winning author of more than twenty books, including Great-Aunt Sophia’s Lessons for Bombshells, available from Gallery Books. She has taught creative writing aboard the ship MV Explorer from the Amazon River, to Morocco, to St. Petersburg, Russia. When not sailing the high seas she can be found digging for clams in the sandy mud of the Puget Sound or dealing cruelly with weeds and snails in her garden. She’s a two-time finalist for the prestigious RITA Award from the Romance Writers of America, which doesn’t make it any easier to explain to her neighbors that she writes erotica. Visit her online at LisaCach.com.
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Chapter One
Seattle, Washington
Emma Mayson wrenched on the parking brake and hoped her incorrigible Honda Civic wouldn't roll down the steep driveway, into the side of the multimillion-dollar lakefront house below. It would suck equally badly if her car hit the Jaguar parked in front of the garage. She yanked harder on the parking brake, making sure her souped-up little car wasn't going anywhere. Then she popped the hatchback and got out to fetch her buckets of cleaning supplies, sponge mop, broom, and other housecleaning miscellanea.
The house below was an example of Northwest Modernism, probably built in the 1960s by Roland Terry or one of his emulators. Horizontal planes were punctuated with wide gables that reminded her of Northwest Indian lodges, and under those gables and planes were walls of plate glass. Emma felt a nudge of respect for the person who had bought this house rather than one of the new McMansions or pseudo Mediterranean villas squatting like false royalty around the lake.
Someday she, too, might design the type of building that becomes a landmark in the decades to follow, her name synonymous with a new architectural style. Someday, she might design houses and buildings as remarkable as this one -- instead of cleaning them. They hadn't mentioned in graduate school that the market was flooded with aspiring architects, and that more than a year could go by before finding an internship position with an architecture firm.
A year in which to go through what remained of a small inheritance from one's grandmother, and to begin receiving repayment statements from one's student loan services.
She sighed and propped her broom and mop against the bumper. As she hoisted her canister vacuum out of the back, the wind tossed her dark ponytail across her face and into her lip gloss, where it stuck. She tried to pull it out and, distracted, bumped into the broom, which clattered to the pavement, knocking over a bucket. The bucket started to roll down the driveway, careening drunkenly toward the Jaguar with a peculiar determination, as if its whole white plastic life of janitorial humiliation had been waiting for this chance to take a chip off an expensive car.
As Emma yelped and raced after it she saw two men appear at the front door of the house.
"Shoot, shoot, shoot!" she said under her breath as the bucket rolled toward the car with murderous pleasure. She lunged and stopped it inches from the side of the Jaguar, but thudded against the side panel herself.
"Ow!"
The bucket sat motionless and innocent, looking up at her with its wide-open brim, daring her to challenge it.
"Are you all right?"
The voice drew her gaze, and she met the hazel eyes of a thirtysomething man. He had brown hair and stood a little under six feet tall, broad-shouldered and trim. His regular features were unremarkable except for the intensity behind them: his precisely focused look pinned her like a bug to a board, demanding an answer.
Emma pushed away from the car and stood straight. "I'm fine, thanks."
His eyes swept over her as if looking for signs of damage and then came to rest again on her face. He didn't say anything more, and Emma felt an awkward tension building.
She smiled brightly. "No harm done! And the bucket chase woke me up; I didn't have my coffee this morning."
A hint of smile breathed across his lips.
The other man scooted past them to examine the panel of the car, rubbing the spot where Emma had hit. He was about the same age as Hazel Eyes, but shorter and with a thin, wiry build, "Kevin, knock it off. Your car's fine," Hazel Eyes said.
"I can't help it! I just know something's going to happen to it."
"I told you you should buy something older, with dents already in place. You're going to make yourself crazy trying to keep that thing perfect."
"It's a beautiful car," Emma said to Kevin.
His toothy smile revealed braces that glinted with sunlight. "There!" he said triumphantly, to his friend.
"He bought it as a chick-magnet," Hazel Eyes said.
Emma chewed her upper lip as a silence descended. They seemed to be waiting for her to comment, as if, as a representative of womanhood, she could settle the dispute. "Er...I'm sure it will impress a certain sort of woman."
"Ha! Gold diggers!" Hazel Eyes declared.
"Maybe," Emma admitted, and saw the crestfallen expression on Kevin's face. "And maybe it will attract women who are looking for a stable, established sort of man who will be able to afford sending their children to private schools."
"Country club matrons." Kevin scowled at his Jaguar, some of the love clearly lost.
"I forgot your name," Hazel Eyes said abruptly to Emma. "You're the one my sister hired for me, aren't you?"
She blinked, realizing this must be Russell Carrick -- the workaholic entrepreneur who, according to his sister, Pamela, had been sleeping on the same unwashed sheets for the past year and didn't know a toilet brush from a hair brush.
"Emma Mayson," she said, smiling at Pamela's rants on his bachelor habits. "Your new housekeeper."
"Russ Carrick. Pleasure to meet you." He gripped her hand firmly and Emma's heart skipped a beat as energy zinged straight from his hand down to her loins.
He scowled for reasons unknown and released her hand, then turned to his friend. "Kevin, I have to show Emma the house. I'll see you at the office inside an hour. Make sure everyone is ready for that conference call: I don't want any screw-ups this time."
Ooh, he was bossy. Emma's native sense of mischief reasserted itself, and she wondered what he was like in private, with a girlfriend, and whether she called him pet names like pookie or snookums. She had to bite back another smile, picturing his reaction to such endearments.
"It should go better this time," Kevin said, getting into his car.
"It has to." Russ turned back to Emma. "I'm afraid this is going to be quick."
Emma imagined him saying the same thing before having sex, and grinned.
Russ's eyes narrowed.
"Lead on," she said innocently and gestured toward the house.
Russ muttered something unintelligible and led the way.
Pamela, whose house Emma also cleaned, had told her that Russ was in software. Like two-thirds of Seattle, it seemed, with the other third divided between Boeing, Starbucks, and Amazon.com.
Russ stopped at the front door to flip open a keypad mounted on the outside wall. "Pamela did a background check on you and assures me that you have rock-solid references, so I'm going to give you the code to open the front door. I usually won't be here when you come."
"Okay." She listened to his terse yet thorough explanation of the locks and alarms and then at his prompting, stepped forward to try it herself. He stood close, watching her fingers tap in the sequences.
"Well done," he said brusquely when she finished without error.
She murmured a noise that could be construed as thanks only by someone not listening closely. She hated being praised for brainless tasks, as if she were a dog who had sat on command. It was one of her personal quirks -- or flaws -- and had caused her grandmother to scold her for having too much pride.
"Is there a problem?"
"No, no problem."
Russ gave her an assessing look, then seemed to dismiss the issue.
Emma followed him through the foyer and into the main part of the house. "Holy monkeys!" she gasped.
The foyer's dark matte stone floor turned into a gallery-like hall ten feet above the living room. The room below was thirty by fifty feet, and its long wall was two stories of glass that let in a sun-filled view of lake and sky. Even on a dark rainy day, the room would feel bright. The furnishings looked professionally chosen, in neutral tones of gray, tan, and pale blue, echoing the view beyond the glass. A dining table long enough for a castle's great hall dominated one end of the room, with bronze chandeliers hanging above it.
The room was stunning. Magazine-worthy. And except for one oversize chair with a rumpled throw blanket wedged into a corner and a stack of newspapers and several coffee mugs on the floor beside it, the room looked completely unused.
"I hope you don't expect me to do windows! Jeez, I'd never want to leave the house if I lived here; I'd just sit in front of the windows watching the water all day. Do you get tempted to do that?"
"I'm rarely here during the day. The kitchen is this way." He headed off to the right, down a flight of open stone stairs and through a door into a stainless steel and polished wood kitchen.
Again only one small area showed evidence of human life: the corner of the counter where a small bag of coffee sat before a built-in espresso maker. A cutting board with a knife and hints of pink grapefruit pulp was between it and the sink, which held three days' worth of cereal bowls and spoons.
"You're okay with emptying the dishwasher, aren't you?" he asked.
"Of course. Funny how no one likes putting away clean dishes, don't you think? Just like no one likes changing the toilet paper roll."
"I don't have time for it."
Okay, so he wasn't one for idle chatter. Emma mentally shrugged her shoulders.
She followed him through the house, listening with only half an ear, her eyes taking in the details both of his ass, and of the house. She was so tempted to lay her palm over one rounded cheek and give it a squeeze. When not evaluating his butt, she evaluated the feel and flow of the rooms, guessing at where the constraints of construction had forced
the architect to make less artistic choices, and admiring the places where form and function existed in elegant symbiosis.
Neither man nor house resembled his sister, Pamela, and her home, she with her frosted blond hair and her house with its warm -- albeit faux -- Mediterranean style and the scattered detritus of three small children.
"This is my room," Russ said, entering a bedroom with French doors leadin...
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11 of 11 people found the following review helpful.
Very misleading title. Rather disfunctional yet still enjoyable relationship
By baltimore0502
The title of this book may lead you to all kinds of wildly erotic thoughts, but that's not really what's inside this book. It's a rather different story with an often dysfunctional relationship. Interesting, but I daresay not for everyone.
Emma Mayson is a recent grad with a degree in architecture. But apparently it's tough to get into a good architectural firm. Rather than divert her attention with a regular office job, she decides to hire herself out as a maid so that she has a flexible schedule to fit in interviews for a real job. One of her clients decides to hire Emma to clean house for her brother and so Emma finds herself in the home of software entrepreneur Russell Carrick.
Russell is a wealthy, handsome and rather stoic man and, at heart, a bit of a geek - albeit a very sexy geek! One look at his fabulous, pristine, lacking the "lived-in" look house and Emma wonders what she's doing there. This guy doesn't need a maid at all. But a job's a job and so she begins to work for him fully knowing as the days pass, that he must be cleaning BEFORE she gets there!
Russell is a man adrift since the death of his older brother six months prior. He and his free spirited brother started their company together and when his brother died, Russell's sense of fun and spontaneity seemed to die with him. But Emma is a breath of fresh air and Russell finds himself seeking her out. He enjoys her company and knows she enjoys his. When Emma proposes that she perform other services for him in a convoluted conversation, the end result is a serious miscommunication. Russell believes he's hired her to cook for him a couple of nights a week and Emma believes he's asked her to become his mistress. Russell quickly figures out her misunderstanding, but cannot seem to bring himself to correct her.
Yes, the whole thing is based on the classic Big Misunderstanding, but on a certain level it works here. Emma and Russell embark on a rather dysfunctional and at times awkward sexual relationship that some readers may not enjoy. Emma's idea of a mistress involves props, costumes and role playing (a French maid) that Russell could do without. And Emma has issues that keep her from fully enjoying herself (if you know what I mean). Their time together out of bed is much more satisfying as Emma's blythe spirit slowly pulls Russell under it's spell. He begins to come to life, but wonders if they have any future. Emma is several years younger and just starting her career and he's stuck in a slump. Can they be together or have they simply met at the wrong time in each other's lives?
On the whole a pretty good read and I did like both Emma and Russell. One could tell that these two people really liked one another and that was nice. Some of the issues between them were realistic and I wanted to see them together in the end. Though at times these two did not communicate all that well and when the "I love you"s popped out it kind of seemed out of the blue. Ms Cach has a rather breezy style that likely appeals to twenty-somethings perhaps more than older readers. A good read but perhaps not worth paying the trade paperback price tag.
9 of 9 people found the following review helpful.
An entertaining and amusing romance, perfect for a quiet night in
By K. Hinton
Though she has a masters degree in architecture, 26-year-old Emma Mayson is having a hard time finding a position in her field. In the interim, she decides to work as a maid to support herself. In Emma's mind the position is ideal, since it will allow her to see the interiors of a lot of homes and get design ideas from them, and since she knows it's not a career path with a future, she won't get sidetracked from her real aspirations of becoming a successful architect. In fact, she's put so much focus on her career that she really hasn't had any time for a love life. Emma finds herself confessing to one of her clients that it might not be so bad to be a rich man's mistress, because then she would have her bills taken care of, she'd have the sex she's been missing, and she could still make her career her first priority.
The client to whom she makes this alarming confession is Russell Carrick, a handsome, successful older man to whom Emma is instinctively drawn. She finds herself offering to do his grocery shopping and cooking, even though she doesn't offer this service to her other clients. Russ doesn't need her services, but when he finds out her background and the hardships she's having (her roommate is moving out, her car needs work, and she has bills to pay), he wants to do something to help her. Instinctively, he offers to let her stay at his empty former apartment in exchange for her cooking and shopping services. Emma however, after her recent confession, thinks he's making her another offer entirely.
The Erotic Secrets of a French Maid is indeed a misnomer. There are no hidden tricks of the trade in the pages, and Emma is in no way French. In fact, the only mention of a French maid comes with a costume Emma dons for one of her interludes with Russ. Still, the book was as a whole pretty enjoyable. It's definitely a romance novel, though at times it borders on erotica. The sex scenes with Emma and Russ are steamy and the passion they feel for one another is evident. But their sexual relationship isn't the entire focus of the book. It's also about how Emma finds herself falling for Russ when it's the last thing in the world that she wants. She's put so much focus on becoming a successful architect that she's left all hopes of a successful relationship behind her. When she finds love rearing its head, she doesn't know how to react. The Erotic Secrets of a French Maid was amusing and entertaining, and I'd definitely recommend it for a night in with a glass of wine.
4 of 4 people found the following review helpful.
excellent!!!!
By J. Nance
This book was a MAGNIFICENT surprise. I actually laughed out loud while reading this book, that is how much I was " sucked" into the story. The author did an excellent job.
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