Maid for Martin (38 page)

It was as if they’d never met, never kissed. Electricity was in the air. She fought to not wrap her arms around his neck, but lost the battle. “I must say I would be jealous, if we were dating and you had a kissing scene or worse.”

“Then I’ll have to be careful what movies I read for in the next few months. I have heard of a few men using their wives or girlfriends in their most intimate scenes. Would that be more to your liking?”

Randi smiled. She loved it when he flirted with her. She relaxed in his arms and he pulled her as close as the chain link fence would allow. “It would all depend on how long we’d been dating, and how intimate.”

“Let’s start with that dating part. I don’t think we’ve had what you could call a date yet, so I guess we’d have to hold off on the R-rated movies.”

“I think you’re right,” Randi laughed, reaching up pushing his hair down in the back.

“I know, helmet hair, but I’m a firm believer in wearing helmets.”

“You look fine.” Randi smiled. “Better than fine.” Again she found it hard not to reach for him. She touched his cheek, then ran her finger lightly across his clean-shaven cheek to his goatee, finally resting her hand on his shoulder. “Why are you here?”

“Two reasons. One, I came to tell you that you’re fired, and your services are no longer needed. Well, not those services.” He said, and when he leaned in to try and steal a kiss, she pulled back.

“Is Celia going to be moving out?”

Martin sighed. “She will be. I don’t know exactly when, but the sooner the better. I’m not going to be rude and kick them all out, but hopefully by New Year's Day they’ll all be gone.”

“Are you sure this is what you want?”

“Very sure. I want to start fresh. I’ll call you sometime next week and we’ll set something official.”

“I don’t think so.” Randi shook her head.

“Why not? I thought things were moving in the right direction.”

“If you think I’m going to settle for one of those I’ll call you situations, you’re crazy. Either you schedule me into your calendar now, or I’ll keep you here all night.” Randi wrapped her arms around Martin's neck and he smiled from ear to ear.

“I don’t think you said that right. Because not leaving, and holding you all night, suits me just fine.”

“I see your point. How about you schedule me into your calendar right now, or I won’t give you a goodnight kiss.”

Martin nodded, and frowned. “Now that’s a real threat. How about I pick you up tomorrow around eight? We can go out to dinner. We’ll go see the new movie, that one with Pitt in it.”

“I can’t see that movie. It might ruin my chances of working for Mr. Pitt.”

“I know. That was the point. You’re not cleaning his house.”

Randi laughed and nodded. “Okay, go ahead.”

“Go ahead and what? Pencil you in? I just did.”

“I know, so kiss me.” Randi didn’t waste any more time, she leaned in and so did Martin. When she parted her lips, and he moaned out of pure pleasure, she was thankful for the fence between them.

When her fingers curled into his hair, and she felt his hand start to slide down her back. She vaguely heard something in the back of her mind.

This man was dangerously gorgeous, and he’d made her forget where she was. Someone across the street let out a long whistle. Randi pulled back, giggling. Martin smiled, but stole two more quick kisses that left her wishing she didn’t have to pull away.

Martin glanced across the street, then back to Randi. “I should go. My parents are expecting me back for a late supper.”

Randi didn’t let go just yet. She held onto Martin’s jacket and looked him in the eye. “You don’t know how badly I hate to let you go back to that house.”

Martin leaned in, kissing her once more. “You don’t know how badly I want to take you home.”

This made her smile, and she slowly pushed him away. “Don’t you dare be late tomorrow. Call me around midnight and say goodnight.”

“I like that, but I don’t think I have your number.” Martin started to reach for his phone, but Randi shook her head.

“It’s on a note I left on the dresser for Ann, in my room.”

“I like the sound of you having a room in my house.”

“You’re such a flirt,” Randi teased.

“I’ll call you.” Martin stole one more kiss that left her watching after him as if she was some love-starved teenager. She smiled and started taking a few steps backwards toward the house, not wanting to take her eyes from the man as he mounted his horse of steel.

He straddled the bike and began putting on his helmet. She couldn’t take her eyes off him and she jumped when she felt someone grab her arm.

“Is that who I think it was?” It was Jamie, and Randi was sure she was smiling ear to ear, but her eyes were locked on Martin.

“Were you kissing him? I think you left something out of that story you were telling me.”

“You could be right,” Randi said.

“I saw that kiss, or part of it, and yeah, I’m right. You have some explaining to do, or are you still going to give me that line about how you can’t say anything because you’re working for Mr. Taylor?”

Randi laughed. “He dropped by to ask me out. We’re going out to dinner tomorrow.”

“You’re joking,” Jamie asked.

“No I’m not,” Randi said in a dreamy tone.

“Really? You’re going to be dating Martin Taylor? I thought you couldn’t date someone you worked for.”

Randi smiled, watching Martin's retreating taillights. When they were finally out of sight she turned, looking at Jamie. “You’re right, I’m not allowed to date someone that I’m working for, and that’s exactly why he fired me.”

“I don’t guess I can tell anyone, can I?”

“Not yet, sorry, for now this needs to stay between the two of us.”

“That’s what I figured.” Jamie started walking to the house. “Still, you’re dating Martin Taylor. It’s so amazing. I can hardly believe it.  I want to scream it from the rooftops.”

Randi thought of Martin's kisses and smiled down to Jamie “I can’t believe it either.” Jamie ran on ahead of Randi but when she got to the door she turned with a huge smile on her face.

“This is really bad, to know such a cool secret and not be able to tell anyone.”

“That’s the price you pay for growing up.”

“I know, but you were a maid for Martin Taylor, and now you’re dating him. That is just too cool.”

Randi laughed, reached for the back door and smiled, “You’re right, it is very cool.”

Jamie went on inside, but Randi paused, needing a moment alone to let it all sink in. She turned, looking out to the fence, then toward the last place she’d seen those red taillights.

Randi slipped her hand into her pocket, pulling out the velvet box. She took out the earrings and slipped them on. The pin she placed on the front of her red shirt, and for now she left the necklace in the box.

If anyone asked, she could say the gift was from a young man she was dating. Dating? Was she really dating Martin Taylor? Randi paused in front of the mirror on the kitchen wall, and looked at the cute Jack Russell’s dangling from her ears.

The expensive gift, the memory of his kisses, and thinking back over the last few days brought a smile to her face. Yes. I’m really going to be dating Martin Taylor.

Randi let out a deep sigh walking toward the living room to join her family. Her mother had put off opening the presents in hopes that she’d be able to join them. Now that she’d been fired she could.

Opening gifts with the family would be great, but nothing under the tree would be as good or feel as right as the gift she’d just been given, a date, and a chance to be more than just a maid for Martin.

I hope to write a book 2, exploring Addison and Raffaello’s story and also learning more about what’s been going on with Randi and Martin.

A note from the Author

I’ve been writing since I was eight years old, and published since 2010 under my name Samantha Fury. I have two Christian- Mystery-Romance novels on Amazon and Smash words and more to come. 

The Street Justice Series has mystery, romance, and Charlie and Angel meet exciting and interesting people along their road of romance, conflict, and obstacles they face.

I am a huge romance fan, and Maid for Martin, is my first Romance Novel, and I have more to come. I decided in honor of my Great Grandmother Mary Lovern, that I would write my romance novels under her maiden name, Lovern.

I hope that you enjoyed this novel and if you did please take time to leave a review. Feel free also, to contact me at my two websites.  They are updated when new books are coming out, and there is links to book trailers, free chapters, and information for those that would also like to become an author.

Thanks for reading and enjoy the free samples below of my first two novels in the Street Justice Series.

Sincerely Samantha Lovern

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Street Justice Charlie’s Angel

Chapter 1

Charlie

Charlie sat on the floor leaning against the kitchen cabinet. She glanced at the gun and the crimson on her hands and shirt. Was it her blood or Benny’s?

Everything happened so fast. She didn’t know Benny’s temper could escalate like that, and she never thought he would attack her.

From the first day Charlie moved in she knew Benny couldn’t be trusted. She tried to make Tammy see, but her sister was in denial. Charlie sighed, why didn’t she see this coming? She should have left the first time she caught her sister’s boyfriend watching her.

Today’s trouble began as she came home from work with supper. She set the pizza on the table and took out her cell phone. Benny came out of nowhere and snatched it out of her hand. “You don’t need to call Tammy. She’s gone. She won’t be back ‘til Monday.” Benny stepped back smiling.

“Give me my phone.”

“Take it.”

“Benny!”

“I paid for it.”  Benny sneered.

“You did not.  Give me my phone.”  Charlie reached as he held it out, but Benny tossed it over his shoulder.  He grabbed her wrist and leered. She couldn’t help but smell his breath.

“Are you drunk?”

“Who me?” Benny laughed, gesturing at the bottle of whiskey on the table.

“I’m tired of you Benny!”
 Charlie turned.

“No, you don’t! Come here! Don’t you know what this means? We’re finally alone.” Benny grabbed her wrist.

“I’m not staying with you,” Charlie spat out.

Benny yanked her close, picked her up and turned her around. “Let’s dance.”

Charlie pushed, but Benny held on, laughing. Out of anger and frustration, she slapped him hard.

Benny stepped back; he raised a brow and wiped his lip with the back of his hand.  He looked at the blood, shaking his head.  “You shouldn’t have done that.”

“Let me go Benny!”

“You’re not going anywhere. I’m tired of your skinny sister. I want you!” Benny stood in front of the back door taunting Charlie. She turned and ran to the front door. Benny followed, caught her, and slammed her against the wall.

“You can’t get away from me!” Benny slapped Charlie twice and laughed as tears streamed down her face.

“Let me go!” Charlie screamed.

“No! You’re mine now!” Benny leaned in, kissing Charlie on the neck.

“Stop it!
  Get off me!”  Charlie pulled a picture frame from the wall and hit Benny as hard as she could. He fell back, cursing, momentarily dazed. She pushed him and ran, but didn’t get far before she felt Benny’s hand pull her down.

She fell with a thud, and winced at the pain. They wrestled on the floor. “No woman’s gonna get the best of me.”

Charlie fought, kicking and hitting with all her might. Benny tried to kiss her again, but she turned away.

He straddled her, laughing. “I know what you need.” He stood, dragging Charlie into the kitchen pushing her into a chair.

 Charlie tried to get away, but Benny forced her back down.  He picked up the bottle of whiskey and slammed it on the table.  “Drink it!” 

Charlie looked up, her mind frantically working out a plan.
  “I said drink it!”  Benny pushed the bottle into her hand and yelled, “Now!”

“Okay, okay. I’ll do it.” Charlie nodded and steadied herself. Would it work? It might be her last chance. “I don’t like to drink.” She looked up at Benny and smiled. He was drunk. Maybe she could con him. “I guess I could give it a try.”

“Sure, take a swig.” Benny’s drunken smirk convinced Charlie her plan might work. She twisted her wrist backwards, picked up the bottle in an awkward manner, and then brought it to her lips.

Charlie tilted her head, keeping Benny in her peripheral vision. She let the dark liquid flow into her mouth, asking the Lord;
please don’t let this kill him
. She then swung her arm, striking Benny on the side of the head with the bottle of Jim Beam.