Blackmail

Fresh from the shower, Titus slipped into his suit and made his way downstairs. He walked into the kitchen, expecting to make his own coffee, but found Trixie already there. The coffee was brewing, and she was wearing one of his shirts. She looked incredibly sexy, and Titus felt a stir of desire, especially as he noticed a few buttons were undone.

“Morning,” she greeted him, her voice bright as she poured his coffee. “Take a seat, I’ve got breakfast ready for you.”

He was taken aback by her lack of flirtation, but considering her attire, he figured she was just switching up her strategy.

As he settled down with his coffee, she placed a plate of fruit in front of him.

“I know you probably prefer the heavy stuff for breakfast, like bacon, eggs, and toast, but that’s a carb overload. This is healthier. I’ll get you some orange juice.”

Before she could move away, he caught her arm. “What’s your game?”

She gave him an innocent look. “What do you mean?”

“You’re not trying to touch me, and now you’re up early making coffee and what you call breakfast?”

“I’m just trying to be a good wife. Do you want me to touch you?”

He released her arm and shook his head. “No, I don’t. I just can’t help but wonder what you’re up to.”

He watched as Trixie moved to the cupboards, opened the top one, and reached up to grab a glass. As his shirt rode up her body, he caught a glimpse of her ass cheeks and felt a jolt of desire.

She deliberately reached for one of the glasses on the top shelf, he thought, ~knowing I would be watching~.

After pouring some orange juice for him, Trixie brought it over and set it down. “Want more coffee?”

Titus handed her his cup and nodded. “Why are you wearing my shirt?”

“I just felt like it.” A small smirk played on her lips. “I hope you don’t mind, but if you do, I can give it back to you right now.”

He wasn’t about to let her strip in front of him; he knew he wouldn’t be able to resist her. “No, keep it.”

He found himself enjoying the plate of fruit with the cheese and crackers, and when he was ready to leave, he stood up. “Behave yourself when the housekeeper comes to clean.”

“Did you tell her about me?”

“I said you’d be staying here for a few months, but I didn’t go into details. Try to stay out of trouble,” he said as he walked away.

***

Not long after Titus arrived at his office, Todd walked in.

“Hey, what’s up?”

Todd was grinning from ear to ear. “Just curious about how things went last night after I left. Did you get lucky?”

“I don’t have time for this nonsense. Do you need something? If not, please leave.”

“Ouch, touchy. I guess that answers my question. Mr. Harris wants to see you.”

“About what?”

“I didn’t ask,” Todd replied as he left the office.

Titus went over to his boss’s office and knocked. “I heard you wanted to see me,” he said when he entered.

“Yeah, sit down, Titus. I wanted to discuss the McMillan case.”

“I hope everything’s okay. We did win that case for him.”

“No, it’s not that. He just contacted me to say he’s so grateful that he wants to throw a party and he’s invited all of us from the firm.”

That’s when he noticed the wedding band on Titus’s finger. “Is that a wedding ring?”

Titus took a deep breath before answering. “Yes.”

“When did you get married?”

“Friday.”

“So, that’s why you took the day off. But why didn’t you tell us you were getting married? You never even mentioned that you were seeing anyone.”

“It… It happened really quickly.”

“Did you get someone pregnant and felt obligated to marry her?”

“No, she’s not pregnant.”

“Well, congratulations. You’ll have to bring your wife to the party on Saturday. I can’t wait to meet her.”

After leaving his boss’s office, Titus took a moment to collect himself at his desk.

The last thing he wanted was for Trixie to meet any of his coworkers, especially his boss. But what choice did he have but to bring her along?

After Titus’s lunch break, as he was working on some paperwork, his secretary buzzed him. “What is it, Miss Connolly?”

“Your housekeeper is on line one. She sounds very upset.”

“Thank you,” he said and then picked up line one. “Martha, what can I do for you?”

He leaned back and listened to what she had to say, only interrupting a couple of times to ask questions.

“Okay, I’ll deal with it when I get home, and please, don’t pay her any mind.” He hung up the phone and then pounded his fist on the desk.

God, he should have known that Trixie would pull something like this. Well, when he got home, he would set her straight.

Since he didn’t have any clients for the rest of the day, he decided to head home and deal with the problem.

He didn’t want to risk losing Martha; she had been with him for years and did an excellent job keeping his place clean.

***

When Titus got home, he found Martha in the kitchen. “Where is she?”

“In her room, taking a nap,” she replied, her back to him but then turned around to face him.

“If you want me to do extra work, I don’t mind, but I will not be bossed around and treated like a servant.”

“I understand and I apologize for her behavior. Why don’t you take the rest of the day off with extra pay, and I will call you later.”

“But her highness asked me to bring her a glass of warm milk.”

“Forget the milk. If she wants it, she can damn well get it herself,” he said as he stormed out of the room and headed upstairs.

“Go away and come back later,” Trixie shouted when she heard a hard knock at her door.

Titus stormed into the room, his anger palpable. Seeing her nestled under the covers, an eye mask shielding her from the world, he strode to the foot of the bed.

“Time to wake up. We need to talk,” he said, his voice laced with irritation. He had a hunch she was naked under the sheets, but that wasn’t going to deter him from giving her a piece of his mind.

She lifted the mask, her eyes meeting his. Sitting up, she clutched the sheet to her chest. “What’s your problem, Titus? I was sleeping.”

“You have no right to boss Martha around. She’s not your personal servant. I hired her to keep the house clean, not to cater to your every whim.

“If you need something, get up and do it yourself.”

“She should be doing those things,” she retorted, lying back down.

Her gasp echoed in the room as he yanked the blankets off her, grabbed her ankles, and dragged her to the edge of the bed.

Cursing, she covered her breasts with her hands. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

He found it amusing that she was more concerned about covering her breasts when her pussy was on full display.

When she tried to kick him, he tightened his grip on her ankles.

Damn, she was completely naked, and his eyes couldn’t help but wander. Of course, his body chose the worst possible moment to react.

Forcing his gaze away from her nudity, Titus released her ankles and climbed on top of her, pinning her hands above her head.

She looked into his eyes, seeing the anger there. But there was also desire, and his hard cock was pressed against her. “Titus, get off me.”

His breath was ragged, sweat forming on his skin. How he managed to resist kissing her was a mystery.

“Isn’t this what you wanted, princess? To be naked beneath me?”

“You’re a pig. Get off me, or I’ll scream.”

He glanced at her chest, rising and falling rapidly, and smirked. “I’ll get off you, but only if you promise to apologize to Martha on Wednesday. And no more bossing her around.”

“All I asked was for her to cook and do my laundry. She was doing yours, so I didn’t see why she couldn’t do mine too.”

Trixie was tempted to reach up and kiss him, their anger only fueling her desire.

“Do your own laundry.”

“I don’t know how to use the machines. No one ever taught me.”

He was at war with himself. Part of him wanted to kiss her, to feel her against him. The other part was screaming at him to get off her before he crossed a line.

Letting go of her hands, he climbed off her, grabbed the blanket, and tossed it at her.

She covered herself and looked at him, a single tear glistening in the corner of her eye.

“I’ll apologize. But why won’t you consider hiring Martha full-time? I can’t cook and you won’t let me order takeout anymore.”

“I’ll think about it. But for now, get dressed and come downstairs. I’ll show you how to use the machines.”

Titus left the room, closing the door behind him. He wiped the sweat from his forehead. Being on top of her, naked, had tested his self-control to the limit.

He couldn’t deny the sexual tension between them anymore. He was afraid it would eventually reach a boiling point.

He had to make an effort to avoid her as much as possible.

An hour later, Trixie came downstairs in a short skirt and a top that barely covered her breasts. “I’m ready,” she announced cheerfully.

He glanced at her and had to look away. Damn her for always dressing so provocatively. “Follow me. I’ll show you what to do.”

He led her to the utility room where the washer and dryer were located. She leaned on the washing machine, watching as he explained the buttons and settings.

“Why can’t I just throw all the clothes in together?” Trixie asked.

“You can if you want all your white clothes to turn different colors. Now, your delicates, like your bras and panties, you need to wash by hand and hang up.”

He showed her how to sort the clothes and put them in the machines. He explained the settings to use.

“Once they’re done, you take them out and put them in the dryer with a dryer sheet to prevent static.

“Think you can handle putting your clothes in the dryer without my help?”

“Why do I have to wash my underwear by hand?”

He ran his fingers through his hair, exasperated. “I don’t know. That’s just how it’s always been done, as far as I know.

“Just wash them and hang them up to dry over there.”

“Wait, where are you going?” she asked as he started to leave.

“I have paperwork to do in my office.”

“What about dinner? Are you cooking?”

“I told you, there are recipe books in the drawer. Find something you think you can make.”

“Isn’t it enough that I’m doing my laundry? Now you want me to cook dinner too?”

“That’s what a wife does,” he said, winking at her.

Titus retreated to his office, removing his tie and jacket. He was surprised that Trixie had agreed to learn how to do laundry.

Maybe there was hope for her yet. He was curious to see what she would make for dinner.

***

A few hours later, Trixie walked into his office. “The clothes are dry. What do I do now?”

Titus looked up from his paperwork, his eyes narrowing. Surely, she couldn’t be that clueless?

“You take the clothes out of the dryer, fold them, and put them away.”

He chuckled to himself as she stormed off, arms crossed over her chest.

Then, just as it was nearing six o’clock, the smoke alarm blared. Jumping up, he rushed to the kitchen, which was filled with smoke.

“What on earth is happening?” he demanded from Trixie, flinging open windows and reaching to silence the wailing smoke alarm.

“I was attempting to whip up a meatloaf, but your darn oven seems to be on the fritz.”

He strode over to inspect the temperature she’d set, pulling out the pan that was supposed to contain a meatloaf. Now, it was nothing more than a lump of charred meat.

“I gave it a shot,” she admitted, rooted to the spot.

“Yeah, I can see that. Maybe it’s for the best it got burned; it probably would’ve tasted terrible anyway.”

“So, what’s next?”

He glanced at her, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. “Go on, pick anything you want from the takeout menus.”

She was still a diamond in the rough, but at least she’d made an effort. That counted for something, he reckoned.