Rose was instantly angered by Dickson's habit of opening the door without knocking.
"Dickson, the day you rudely open this door and I turn out to be naked," Rose snapped, "that day I'll kick your groin so hard you won't forget it."
Dickson looked away from her, his gaze shifting to Candy.
"Boss is asking for you," he announced.
Candy gulped and exchanged glances with Rose.
"Now?" she asked nervously, but Dickson ignored her.
"Can I at least change?" she asked again.
"Let's go," he replied coldly, stepping aside for her.
"Looks like your first day of work is starting today," Rose said quietly.
Candy bit her lips.
She packed her hair into a ponytail with a rubber band and followed Dickson to Raymond's room.
…
Candy stepped into the room, and her golden eyes immediately landed on the hot man standing there—looking as dangerously handsome as ever.
He wore red joggers and a matching red polo, paired with red palms. His curly hair fell smoothly to eye level. He sat with his legs crossed, pressing his phone while chewing bubble gum and lazily licking a lollipop.
Candy swallowed hard and greeted him.
"Good morning, Boss."
At the sound of her voice, Raymond lifted his gaze from his phone. His sexy silver eyes locked onto her pretty face. His stare lingered there before slowly traveling down her body, scanning her from head to toe.
Candy couldn't look away.
Raymond was really handsome. She had only been joking when she once called him the ugliest man on earth.
Her heart skipped when he uncrossed his legs and stood up. It began pounding harder as he walked toward her—slow, confident steps—his eyes never leaving her face.
When he got close, Candy lowered her gaze. She couldn't stand his intense silver eyes any longer.
She gasped softly when she felt his fingers slide into her hair. Before she could react, he pulled off her hairband, letting her long, milky hair fall freely over her shoulders.
Her eyes widened as she looked up, meeting his dangerously sexy gaze.
"I don't want my personal maid tying her hair in a ponytail," he said calmly. "For security reasons. So from now on, no tying your hair when you're around me. Understood?"
"Y‑yes, Boss," Candy stuttered, unconsciously licking her soft red lips.
That didn't escape Raymond's notice.
His mind drifted into dark, naughty thoughts, imagining how hot her mouth would feel wrapped around him. She was his personal maid now—he would make good use of her.
A slow grin curved his lips.
"Being my personal maid means you obey every order I give," he said. "And you do whatever I ask. Understood?"
"Understood, Boss," Candy replied softly.
Raymond turned and sat back on the couch. He rested his jaw on his palm, blew a bubble with his gum, and lazily motioned for Candy to come closer.
Candy gulped and stepped forward, standing before him.
"Kneel," he commanded flatly.
Candy blinked. Had she done something wrong? Was he about to punish her?
Without a word, she knelt between his widely opened legs.
"Look up."
She obeyed.
"Look down."
She did.
"Move closer."
Her heart raced as she drew nearer.
Suddenly, something dropped to the floor.
Candy's eyes fell on it—a nail clipper.
She looked up at him, startled.
"Clip my nails," Raymond ordered calmly.