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trailed off as he turned to me. His gaze traveled over my body, latching on to the objects of his affection. I almost cleared my throat to snap him out of his trance.
    I hated when men did that. I knew that I had large breasts, something I’d learned early on had a brain-numbing effect on the opposite sex. Why? I had no idea. Really, they were just masses of fat, glands and ducts. No. Big. Deal. I was tempted to lift my shirt and flash him. The poor kid would probably faint from all of the blood rushing from his head to his dick. But then where would I be? Out of a job and dealing with an unconscious letch.
    Where were we? Yes, ‘some things are large…’ That was where his thoughts had derailed into a ditch. I sighed inwardly and decided to clear my throat. His fair skin turned a burnished red as his brain kicked back on.
    He looked at me with a sly smile. “They are large and heavy.”
    I frowned. Huh? What were we talking about here? “Excuse me?”
    “Some of the objects in the room,” he clarified, but I could see a smile drift into his eyes at the juvenile innuendo.
    Seriously? Was I going to have to deal with this every time I saw him?
    “I can arrange for some help for you to move the large items,” he continued.
    I bit back a curse as I followed him through four other large rooms. The kitchen wasn’t as bad as the rest of the house. Although it was filled with junk, it appeared to be a lot cleaner. I noticed a staircase leading to the second floor from the kitchen, and a backdoor that opened to the back of the house. We had just circled back to the main room when Charles checked his watch. It had taken us an hour to just go through a run down of what needed to be done.
    “You can make a list of the supplies that you’ll need. Garbage bags, cleaning stuff, whatever. I’ll see that you get them. Just bring the list by to my apartment. You know you’re welcome to come over anytime.”
    He ended the last sentence with another smile that made me want to grit my teeth. I had no intentions of going anywhere near his apartment if I didn’t need to. One minute he could be a shy awkward kid, the next, an impudent playboy. I wanted to sit him down and tell him a thing or two about women, but as I said yesterday, I didn’t teach. I hadn’t been kidding when I’d told him that.
    I’d long ago grown tired of the self absorbed, overly zealous men who could literally get off by humping my leg like a dog in heat. Those were the type of men I met on campus every day. The type that were reduced to blathering, horny fools by the sight of big breasts. Other than having a good time, most of the men I met had no real interest in getting to know me, my thoughts, or my passions. Mark was the first guy in a long time who’d even sparked my interest.
    “I’ll drop it off with your doorman tomorrow.” I returned, ignoring his exaggerated pout. “I’d like to take some time today to just get a general idea of what’s here and the scope of the work.”
    Charles consulted his Rolex. “I have to run, but take whatever time you need. You may come and go as you like, just keep track of the hours.” His head jerked up as if he just remembered something. “Oh, that door.”
    My gaze followed as he pointed to a door to my far right.
    That’s the stairs that go up to the second floor. You should never go up there. My father is up there.”
    My eyes grew huge and round. Huh? Wasn’t he…dead? I immediately thought of a giant urn with ashes, a mummified corpse, or worse… Rich people did some weird shit.
    “Father?”
    “Yes. He mostly stays upstairs. He’s very particular.”
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    “You mean that someone lives here? ”
    Charles nodded, his expression stoic. “Yes. My father lives here,” he repeated slowly as if I was mentally impaired.
    I looked around the room that posed a serious fire hazard. I couldn’t believe that someone actually lived in this house. Perhaps the second floor was in