Chapter Four: Oiled and Erect

Jace's POV

I stood transfixed to the threshold. My mouth had fallen open and I was either too shocked to move or entirely numb. 

Inside was a man who looked exactly like the other three outside. He was just as tall, brawn and handsome. 

But he was stark naked and fully oiled.

His cock was erect and he was rubbing his hands together. The man looked like he was on the verge of pleasuring himself.

I should have been disgusted. But I didn't feel anything until he turned sharply and spoke, knocking the baby oil off the shelf as he grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist 

“Why in the bloody fucking hell are you gaping at me?” he asked. 

“And how did you come here of all the places in this house?”

I felt my ears go red from the sheer embarrassment of the entire scenario. 

“I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have opened without knocking,” I apologized. 

Would I ever be able to forget what I had just seen?

That big dick, oiled and erect.

Would the memory ever leave my head? 

I doubted it. 

“What business did you have coming up here in the first place?”

He asked. He made the first step towards me and I took a step back.

“I'm really sorry sir.” With that, I fled from the door. I didn't look back, but I hoped that he was not coming after me. 

I took the steps two at a time until I was downstairs. I headed in the direction I'd come, towards the pool where I hoped Harold was. I sighted him and headed towards him. He was still very engrossed in the conversation he was having with the brothers, but this time, the other two had gotten back in the pool and he was talking to the one he called Jacob.

I reached him and he turned to me with a big frown on his face.

“Why are you still in those wet clothes? You were supposed to get a change of clothes upstairs,” Harold snapped.

“I was upstairs and…”

“Come with me. I'll give you something to change into. You're the new housekeeper, I guess?”

It was the man I'd seen naked in the room. He still had the towel around his waist, but his member was limp now.

How had I not heard that he was close behind me?

“Yes… sir. I'm the new housekeeper,” I said and then turned stupidly to Harold again.

“Hey, Rold. You didn't tell me that you were bringing a housekeeper. But I'm smart enough to know.” He said. 

Harold turned to him and so did the other one that had been called Jacob. He didn't pay full attention to this fourth man who still had the towel around his waist. 

“I didn't have time to discuss with you all. But Jace is here now and that's it,” he said. 

The guy shrugged and beckoned for me to follow him as he walked off. Harold turned away from me, obviously convinced that I was settled since this fourth man was going to give me dry clothes like he had offered. 

I walked behind him back into the house. My eyes stayed on his large frame. Like the others, he seemed to be spending a lot of time in the gym. It was evident in his body. 

Still, my heart thumped wildly. How was I going to survive in this house? I was here for just the first day and everything was already heading in the wrong direction. 

Was I going to regret taking this job?

We started up the stairs then he stopped and turned to me.

“What's your name again?”

He asked.

“I…. my name is Jace.”

“Okay. Jace. What you saw earlier in the room you barged into… it doesn't have to stay in your head,” he said. 

I didn't know if it was a warning or just a nice chat. 

I nodded.

“Keeping it in your head is going to make things awkward between the both of us. And you know we both don't want that.”

“That's right.”

“Good. So, you'll act like you didn't see anything, don't be jumpy around me. And don't ever let what you saw out.”

He looked around the large airy living room, perhaps, to see if there was anyone within sight or hearing.

I don't want to hear it anywhere. Got it?”

I nodded again. 

He led me back to the room he'd come out from. Inside, the baby oil was nowhere to be found and the room had no appearance of anything that could remind me of what I'd seen earlier.

“By the way, Jace, my name is Garette.”

I nodded.

“Nice to meet you, sir.” 

He fished out some clean clothes from the wardrobe and tossed them to me. I caught the clothes and thanked him. 

“I'm sure Harold will show you your room and then you can do whatever the hell you want in it.”

I left the room and sure enough, Harold was out to show me to my quarters. I got in and freshened up because he said he would be introducing me to the four men. 

Later, we converged in the living room and I could not help staring at the exotic paintings hung on the white walls.

Harold was seated at one end of the large couch that I was also sitting on and the four men either sat or perched anywhere they found good enough, including the side stool Which was occupied by Peter, the second brother who had splashed water on me. 

“So I thought to make this official,” Harold started.

“Jace here is going to be the new housekeeper and he is going to see that your needs are met. If ever you have complaints about anything, he's the ideal man to ask,” he said, looking from the face of one man to the other. 

Garette seemed bored, Peter was smiling at something in his phone and Jacob was attentive. Damon had a frown on his face and then he spoke first, 

“We won't have any problem as long as he stays out of the way when my bitches show up,” he said. 

“I'm sure he'll do just that, Damon,” Jacob said irritablely.

It seemed obvious that he was the one with the most bitches as he'd just pointed out. I could only nod.

“I implore you all to be nice to Jace. He is doing this for the first time and he needs your…”

“So you all are having a meeting without me?”

We all turned around in the direction of the voice.