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Jace Janeski

“What are you ? Some kind of pervert?” The girl asks and I blink several times. 

“Excuse me? What?” I ask as she peers at me from the booth in front of mine , sitting with two other girls her age. 

I’d overheard her conversation with her friends about needing a job and needing money and had politely interrupted to ask her if she had any experience with house upkeep and cleaning. 

They were taken aback slightly by a stranger interrupting their conversation , but the blonde girl entertained my question while keeping her eyes narrowed.  

When she replied with a little bit of snark and sarcasm, telling me “I think I can manage a mop.” I thought maybe I’d mistake. 

When she asked how much it paid and I asked her what she was looking to make. She laughed and told me a thousand a week. Probably for shits and giggles, but when I’d nodded and said “alright, I can do that.” She’d blinked several times and pinched her brows and tightened her lips. And now, she was asking me if i was a pervert??

“I’m not offering any extras. Not sure what you’re looking for a thousand dollars a week. But I’m not that kind of girl.” She lifts her chin and turns back around. 

“Youre the one who named the price.” I say in confusion. And she whips back around. 

“You can’t be willing to pay me that much.” She says with an eye roll. “For CLEANING” she says. 

“It’s a big house. And if you do a good job, why wouldn’t I?” I ask and she studies me for several moments. Cocking her head and glares are me with sky blue eyes. 

“You’re serious?” She asks skeptically. 

I nod. 

“You’re not looking for me to do freaky shit while I clean I are you?” She asks and her friends giggle and clap their hands over their mouths. 

“Freaky shit? While you - …” I trail off and shake my head. “No. I’m not looking for you to do freaky shit while you clean. What does that even mean?” I ask genuinely interested in whatever the hell idea she has In her head. 

“You know….you’re not gonna expect me to wear like a dominatrix outfit, or a baby diaper or something while I clean?” She asks and lifts a brow. 

I can’t help the laugh that bubbles up my throat. 

“Uhh definitely not.” I manage to get out and shake my head and pick up my glass of water as she swings her legs around out of the booth and turns and sits right down in my booth across from me and I notice the tiny little jean shorts she has on and can see a hell of a lot more of her now that she’s got her probably d cup tits resting on the table with her arms crossed in front of them. Okay, maybe I’m a little bit of a pervert because, she was beautiful , but I swear that’s not why I’d offered or asked. Plus she seemed young. Too young for me at thirty two years old. 

“You don’t even know my name. Are you a serial killer?” She asks.

My head cocks to the side. “No. Are you?” 

At that , the corner of her mouth lifts. 

Then she drops the smirk and leans back in the booth away from the table and crosses her arms right under her breasts and yeah, okay, I have to try really fucking hard not to look at them. 

“Maybe” she shrugs. “I could be.” 

I just give a small amused smile and nod. 

“As long as you don’t bury the bodies in my yard. I’m good.” I say and she huffs a little laugh. 

Her eyes flick down my hand on my glass and then the other on the table. 

“No wedding ring. No wife?” She asks.

I clear my throat and pull my hand off the table and shake my head. 

“No wife.” I say and she studies me. 

“Why not ? You seem old enough to be married.” She says. 

“Widowed.” I say simply. And her playful interrogation comes to a halt 

“Shit.” She hisses and closes her eyes. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright.” I assure her. I lost my wife only two years after marrying her when we were both 22. 

“I’m an asshole. I’m sorry” she says again and I give her a kind smile. 

“You didn’t know. It’s alright.” I say. 

“Any kids?” She asks softly. I shake my head. 

“No kids.” I say and she fidgets with one of the many silver rings on her fingers and looks at her hands. 

“What’s your name?” I ask her. 

She lifts her eyes. “Laurel.”

I smile. “Pretty name. I’m Jace.” I say and reach my hand over the table for a handshake and she looks at my hand then lifts hers to mine. 

“Jace Janeski , I live in the …”

“Janeski?” She asks and I nod. 

“Are you living in the Janeski beach house or should I say mansion??” She asks , her jaw dropping slightly my mouth curves slightly. 

“Yes.” I answer. 

“Oh my god. I love that house!” She squeaks and I smile a bit more and laugh slightly. 

“You’ve been inside?” I ask with a cock of my head. 

“Well no. But I’ve always wanted to go inside!” She says and I smile and lift my hands in the air with a shrug. 

“Well. Now is your shot. Offer still stands if you want it-“

“Hell yes!” She says and claps her hands. 

“Shit! He’s a Janeski!” She turns to her friends whose eyes light up and she turns right back to me. 

“When can I start?” She asks and I laugh. 

“Is tomorrow good?” I ask and she nods several times and her eyes light up. 

“Yes!” She claps again and rubs her hands together. 

“If you want. You and your friends can come take a tour. If they’d like to see it as well. It seems to be a popular house?” I ask and her friends chirp an automatic “yes! Yes!”  All of them nodding and I laugh. 

“It’s my parents beach house, but they’ve got another. I’ll be living there for the time being.” I say and she smiles. 

“I can’t wait to see it. Can we go now?!” She asks and I laugh. 

“Don’t you want to eat?” I ask and they all shake their heads. 

“We’ll get it to go!” One of her friends says. 

I laugh and nod. “Alright. I assume I don’t need to give you all directions?” I ask and they shake their head. 

“Alright. Well. I guess it’s tour time.” I shrug.