Maid for Three: Big Girls and Billionaires, #4

By Zoey Thames

Love is even better when it's made for three...

When Avery Moore upends her life in Montana to take a job as a housemaid at a mansion on a private island in Florida, she knows the dramatic change could end up being the best thing to happen to her...or the worst. She's no stranger to hard work, but when she meets Max Barone and John Mitchell, the two gorgeous billionaires who inhabit the tropical paradise, she has to stomp out her flood of naughty thoughts. After all, these men can have any supermodel they want, so why would they be interested in a curvy girl who works as one of their maids? But after the two men take her cruising on their sailboat for her birthday, one thing leads to another, and a kiss in the heat of the moment might end up costing her the job...

After their last ménage relationship ended badly, Max believes John is the only person worth trusting with his heart. The last woman in their threesome conned them, stole their money, and escaped with their yacht. But the new chambermaid already has him second-guessing himself. She's exactly their type—a woman with a million-dollar smile, all the right curves, and a guileless charm they can't resist. Too bad she's part of his staff and strictly off limits. When a sudden kiss complicates everything, he decides their growing desire can no longer be denied. He's left with only one option to get what he wants. In order to have Avery, he must first fire her. But will John forgive him, even if he's doing what he believes is right? Or will a woman be the cause of their heartache once again?

Reader note: contains m/m/f ménage and hot romance elements, BBW and billionaires, and male/male love. A complete, stand-alone story with a happily ever after

• Language: English
• Publisher: Wolf Hill Publishing
• Release date: Mar 8, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215575673

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Title Page

Copyright Warning

Dedication

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Epilogue

About the Author

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Maid for Three

Copyright © 2017 by Zoey Thames

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~ Dedication ~

To Mindy J.

CHAPTER ONE

Three days from her twenty-fifth birthday, Avery Moore sat in a taxi, staring out the window at an alien landscape of palm trees and white sand beaches, knowing she had rolled the dice with her entire life. Today was the first day of her new job in a new state in an entirely new part of the country. Her life was filled with so much newness that her stomach had been tied up in knots since the plane flight to Florida, and her hands kept twisting nervously against each other in her lap. Florida was so different from Deer Lodge, Montana it might as well have been an entirely different planet. The strangeness did nothing to make her feel more at ease.

She closed her eyes. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Come on, girl. You can do this. It was a chance to regroup and get her head right while making some money. Change was good, right?

Right.

Or so she desperately hoped.

She’d been hired as a housemaid. Or, as she thought of it with a grin, a domestic service engineer. Basically, she’d be working as a live-in servant and would also be helping in the kitchen as needed, all at the Osprey Lagoon Estate on a private island. According to the online satellite map she’d studied for hours, the island was situated right off the coast, north of the city of West Palm Beach. She still couldn’t believe how lucky she’d been to score the job on what looked like a tropical island paradise. The job provided free room and board and a healthy salary. More than she’d been making working part-time at the Big Horn Motel as a housekeeper. Even more than her combined take home with her second job—working with Pro Clean Mop and More, a commercial cleaning company whose biggest client was the town’s prison. She’d cleaned the administration offices. Even though she’d never actually seen a prisoner while doing her job, she hated even being near the place, much less inside. In the winter, with the huge fences and the razor wire, the prison was even more depressing than the rundown Big Horn Motel.

So her new job was a stepping stone. Something entirely fresh and different, and the perfect chance to save money for tuition. A nursing degree wasn’t going to pay for itself. Especially since she had no scholarships to help out with the cost and no parents to help her pay. With her skimpy credit, she doubted she could even get a loan.

No. She didn’t need to start that kind of negative thinking now. She didn’t want to be down and depressed on her first day.

Although, she didn’t know how Florida could ever be depressing. Tall palm trees swayed in the breeze. The sun was bright, people were everywhere, and she spotted more fancy cars in twenty minutes than she had in her entire life. It was so vibrant. So alive with color and action. There were huge, colorful murals on the sides of buildings and storefronts that popped in brilliant hues. Even as the taxi headed north from West Palm Beach and into rich neighborhoods along the coast, she couldn’t help but gape at the sights like any other tourist. Seagulls. Boats on the water. Gigantic mansions lining the wide road. Now this was really like another world. Some of these sprawling estates were bigger than entire blocks back in Deer Lodge.

Finally, the taxi pulled off the main street and stopped at a huge iron gate. Beyond the gate, she could see palm trees, carefully trimmed citrus trees in massive terra cotta pots, and a one-lane bridge arching over the water to the island. A fancy sign on the gate said Osprey Lagoon Estate, and security cameras were mounted on the high decorative ironwork streetlamp that flanked it. She’d finally arrived. Her heart began to beat faster, and her mouth had a funny, unpleasant taste, like she’d been chewing on aluminum foil. She popped a few breath mints and crunched them.

The taxi driver pushed a button on the call box. A moment later there was a chime and the gates swung open. The taxi took her across a hundred or so yards of private bridge leading to the island. She almost pressed her face against the glass as they crossed the blue-green water, looking at the western side of the island where she could see a pier, a big boathouse, and a sailboat docked alongside. The top floor of the mansion peeked above the palm trees lining the drive. The road continued around the east side of the island, revealing a beautiful, expansive view of the Atlantic, as well as a small white sand beach.

The front of the mansion was a mix of the old Spanish-style architecture she’d seen plenty of while riding here and a modernized art deco design. She knew all that because she’d done more than her share of Internet searches. They didn’t have anything like this back in Deer Lodge, that was for sure. The mansion had balconies and plenty of gigantic windows, with a huge fountain and a circular drive done in patterned cobblestones.

The taxi pulled up and stopped near a wide set of stairs. For a moment, all she could do was stare at the place she’d be working and living for her contract year. It was something out of a fairy tale. No wonder they needed a staff to run it. She’d need a map to find the nearest bathroom.

Avery paid and tipped the driver and got out of the taxi. She smoothed her light blue summer dress, wincing at the creases from sitting all day. With a grunt, the taxi driver heaved her single big suitcase from the trunk and then drove off. She headed toward the front door. The suitcase wheels rumbled, and her luggage shuddered on the cobblestones as she walked.

But at the base of the stairs, she stopped cold, suddenly uncertain. Should she go to the front door? Was there a servant’s entrance? Would she violate some protocol by ringing the doorbell? Since someone had opened the gate for them, she’d expected that person to come greet her. She should be expected after all.

For a second she felt raw panic and desperately double-checked the address in her mind, praying she hadn’t been taken to the wrong private island. She quickly used her cell phone to confirm this was the right place. It was, although the confirmation didn’t solve her crisis about whether she should go to the front door and ring the bell or should wander around, looking for some kind of delivery entrance.

Undecided, she stood there in the warm, bright Florida sunlight, sweating a little in the humid air, and hoping someone from the mansion would see her and come out to help. She could imagine how it should happen in her mind. "May I help you, madam?" some silver-haired butler would ask with a hint of a refined British accent.

"Oh, I’m sorry, I’m the new maid. I mean housekeeper. I mean room cleaning engineer. I wasn’t sure—"

"But of course, the butler would say and graciously motion her inside. You are expected, and we’ve been looking forward to your help. You will be a lifesaver, let me assure you—"

The imagined scene in her head vanished when someone spoke from behind her. Help you, ma’am?

The male voice startled her so badly that she jumped and squeak-screamed. The voice wasn’t British. It sounded Southern. Maybe Georgia? Truth was, she had no idea. She turned around and came face-to-face with a kind-looking old man wearing a chauffeur’s uniform. He smiled and tipped his hat to her.

I…uh. I’m a maid. A new housemaid. Just hired. She winced and tried to pull out of her nosedive. I didn’t know if I should go to the front door or…

The old man nodded thoughtfully. She guessed he was in his sixties, with a bushy, gray mustache so big it seemed to hide most of his lower face. You didn’t know if we had a back entrance for the help. Don’t worry, happens all the time. He chuckled lightly. I was on my way to polish the chrome on the limo when I heard the gate ring. I let your taxi in, but I’m sorry it took me a moment to get out here. These old bones don’t move as fast as they used to.

She gave him a tentative grin, relief washing through her. That’s when you found me standing here looking lost.

He had a very grandfatherly smile. Rest assured, you’re expected. Here at Osprey Lagoon, we don’t stand on any kind of ceremony. I’m Phillip Santos, by the way. Call me Phil.

Avery Moore. She held out her hand. He took it in both his hands and shook it.

A real pleasure. He sounded as if he meant it too. Help you with your suitcase?

Surprised, Avery shook her head. Thank you, but it’s not very heavy. Besides, she didn’t want to make this older gentleman haul her things for her. She’d been doing things for herself for so long, his offer had caught her off-guard. She hoped she didn’t offend him by turning him down.

He tipped his hat again but insisted. I’d be honored to help a lady.

Being referred to as a lady charmed her enough that she reluctantly nodded. He took the handle and didn’t even mention her fib about it not being heavy. She’d had to pay an extra weight fee at the airport.

Please follow me, ma’am. I’ll take you where you need to go.

She paused a fraction of a second before smiling and nodding. For the briefest moment she’d thought she’d seen a mischievous glint in the old man’s eyes. But it was gone again before she could be sure.

He didn’t take her to the front door. Instead, he rolled her suitcase around the side of the huge house, chatting to her as she walked beside him. They passed a massive six-car garage and a large black limo sitting in that section of cobblestoned driveway. The limo gleamed, so she was surprised he wanted to polish it. Phil talked to her about Florida and how she would love the beaches. She kept silent on that because she’d never actually been to a beach, even as a kid. Montana was not exactly near the ocean, and there hadn’t been a lot of vacations in her life anyway. Best she’d ever done was Rock Creek Lake and a few times to Georgetown Lake, and they weren’t very big.

As they approached the far end of the mansion’s southern wing, she heard laughing, splashing, and music coming from somewhere ahead of them. It was Reggae music, and she smiled at the upbeat rhythm and thick bass guitar.

Usually I’d take you through the front, Phil said, but I know Mr. Barone and Mr. Mitchell aren’t much for standing on ceremony either. He glanced at her. Not that we don’t run a tight ship here, but it’s not exactly the Royal Palace if you catch my drift.

She didn’t really, but she kept her mouth shut.

She hesitated after they rounded the corner and she saw the huge, infinite edge pool sprawling behind the mansion. Reggae music drifted from speakers mounted around a huge, beautiful patio wrapping around the back of the mansion. There was a food prep area with two gleaming stainless steel grills against a back wall of red stone and stucco. She spotted a fire pit and plenty of tables and seating areas. The ground was covered in a beautiful mosaic design of blue, pearl, and green tiles. Everywhere she looked there was lush greenery, flowers, potted palms, and exotic plants.

But what really caught her eye were the two gorgeous men at the pool.

The blond-haired man was on the diving board. She tried not to gape and failed as he ran toward the edge of the diving board, sprang high into the air, flipped, and shot down into the water. His grace and motion reminded her of Olympic diving, but he had a powerful, athletic body closer to that of a weightlifter. He swam to the side of the pool and climbed out again. She was going to love Florida if there were plenty of shirtless men who looked like this guy with his cut abdominal muscles, perfectly sculpted chest, and broad, muscular shoulders. And those thighs…packed with heavy muscle but each one beautifully defined. And he was wet.

Avery realized her mouth was open, so she shut it with a snap. Her knees were a bit wobbly, but that was probably the onset of sunstroke or something. She tore her attention away from him as he dove into the pool