Naughty maid

Adam's POV

"What the fuck?!" 

There was a half drained bottle of scotch on the center table. Some loud music was booming from somewhere. I couldn't decipher where it was coming from, mostly Because I was too damned shocked that anything I owned could make such a loud ruckus and because my maid stood at the center of it all- Dancing.  

"Paula!" I snarled, watching the scene with gritted teeth. What the hell had come over her?! She had been my maid for barely a year but she had never, never done something like this.  

The audacity to raid my cabinet was so surprising, it was almost hilarious. But what on earth was she doing wriggling around. It was almost eleven at night. She was supposed to be long gone.  

Paula turned around, her blue eyes dazed as she took me in. Then she laughed, stumbling forward. "Mr Stone, you're home finally," 

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