I swallowed my nervousness and knocked on the door of the huge mansion. A lady, in her twenties, like me, came to the door in maid-like lingerie.
"Who are you," she said in a heavy Spanish accent.
"I-I was looking for Chresanto August's residence. Is this where he lives?"
"Yes, honey. Let me show you to his office."
I walked behind her inside of the enormous lush mansion. It looked like it was decorated professionally. We walked up a flight of stairs. She knocked on the large door. A deep voice told her to come inside. She walked in, while I stood, staring and looking dumbstruck. She ushered me to come in.
"I see you came, Y/N. You can get started at once."
I heard what he said, but I couldn't stop staring at his lips. Oh, how I'd love to see those lips kiss my--
"Ms. Y/LN, did you hear what I said? You may get started," he said, sneaking a glance my way.
"Oh, y-yes Mr. August."
I rushed out and went yo go change. This job is gonna be something else.
•°•YRN by Migos & Young Thug •°•
