Veil System: Running a Model, High-End Escort and Marriage Agency
Chapter 45: Trouble in Paradise

Chapter 45: Trouble in Paradise

Sasha was trouble in a maid’s outfit. Justin could tell that the second she came into view—not your average, innocent little servant girl. Nope. She was fire wrapped in lace and a white apron. The kind of fire that would burn your world down if you weren’t careful.

He watched her walk into the room, the sound of her heels clicking against the floor, each step a little challenge, a little dare. Dare him to say something. Dare him to react. She didn’t even try to be quiet. She had this swagger, like she knew exactly what she was doing.

And she did. She was a master at this game. She always teased him whenever they had a chance.

Her long, black hair was tied up in a loose ponytail, a few strands slipping free, brushing against her smooth, sun-kissed skin. She made it look effortless. Those strands framed her face just enough to make Justin wonder what they’d look like spread out across a pillow.

Her lips, full as hell, were always holding back some sarcastic remark or challenge, but it didn’t matter because her eyes, those deep brown eyes, said it all.

They were sharp—cutting, really. Sharp enough to make a grown man second guess himself. And Justin was pretty damn sure she enjoyed it, too. He caught her glancing at him, the corner of her mouth lifting into that mischievous little grin. She knew. She knew he was watching.

Hell, he couldn’t help it. It was like she was a magnet and he was a dumbass iron filing just drawn to her.

And then, the rest of her came into view.

Sasha’s maid uniform didn’t stand a damn chance—it was barely hanging on, like it was one more deep breath from just giving up and falling off her body.

The white blouse stretched across her chest—ridiculously full, and Justin wasn’t sure if the thing was supposed to fit that way or if it was just being put to the test every single time she moved. Every damn step, every little inhale of breath, and he could see it. The fabric straining, ready to burst open. He couldn’t stop himself from looking; it was like a car wreck, you know? You didn’t want to stare, but you just couldn’t look away.

Her waist was small, sure, but it was her hips that had Justin wondering if he was still standing straight or if his damn knees had gone soft.

The black skirt? Short as hell, and it hugged her hips in a way that made him want to find out what else it was hiding. He caught himself wondering what it might feel like to get his hands on those hips, but then she turned, and that was when it got even worse. Thighs. Damn.

Thick, toned thighs that made Justin wonder if she’d been sculpted by some higher power just to mess with him. They were covered in black stockings, the kind that clung to her skin like they’d been painted on, like the fabric was practically a part of her body.

The stockings stopped just above her knees, leaving that little strip of bare skin to drive Justin absolutely insane.

And then—her ass.

It was unfair. Absolutely unfair. No one should have that kind of ass and still be allowed to wear maid outfits. The way it moved when she walked—hell, when she even just shifted her weight from one foot to the other—it was like the skirt was lifting just enough to show just a little too much.

Justin’s mind kept wandering to places it shouldn’t, but it didn’t matter. Sasha’s confidence was practically oozing out of her. And it wasn’t just in her body—it was in her attitude, her damn stride.

She knew she was trouble.

And she definitely knew Justin couldn’t stop looking at her. Every time he did, she’d catch him with that smirk, like she was totally aware of what she was doing to him. She loved it, of course. Loved teasing him. Loved having him hooked, even if he wasn’t about to let her know he was.

"You gonna stand there all day— or can I escort you boss?" Sasha’s voice broke through his thoughts. She leaned in just a little, her eyes flashing with the same playful menace that made Justin wonder if he had the willpower to get out of here without actually losing his damn mind.

He opened his mouth to respond, but he was too busy staring at her, trying to find the right words, and she cut him off before he could even start.

"What, are you smitten, boss?" She added in that cocky tone of hers, knowing exactly how to push his buttons.

Justin fought the urge to roll his eyes but grinned instead. "Don’t overestimate yourself. And I’m hungry, Sasha." He said it like it was a challenge, like she was the one that had to figure out how to feed him.

She rolled her eyes in return. "I know, I know." But she didn’t complain. Hell, she even bowed like she was supposed to, even though she had already heard him tell her not to.

"Sasha, I told you not to bow." Justin said, his voice a little colder, more commanding, but that spark in his eyes never went away.

She straightened up, rolling her shoulders. "You don’t mean it..."

"I do." Justin said, his eyes narrowing a bit.

But before he could say anything more, she leaned in and whispered, "... because mom’s watching."

And that’s when Justin smirked, looking up toward the second floor. Sure enough, there was Madame Laurent, her figure towering over the railing, watching them with a sharp gaze and that knowing smirk on her face.

Justin didn’t respond right away, just gave a casual nod and muttered under his breath to Sasha, "I don’t care. You know the deal."

Sasha grumbled but her lips curled upward in a teasing smile. "Yeah, yeah. You win."

"Of course I do." Justin laughed, the sound of it sharp, but there was a glint in his eye that said he was enjoying every second of this.

His world at home wasn’t the cold, calculated CEO’s world. No, here? Here he could play. Here he could be a damn teenager. And he loved every minute of it.

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