The Billionaire’s Maid

Let me tell you how bored I was when I saw the photo that changed my life. I was in a dentist’s office. Waiting to get my teeth cleaned. That is what my life had come to. All the mundane details of my life were in order. This guy was into technology and made a mint in the dot-com world sometime in the nineties. I have to admit that for me technology means Facebook and Twitter. Beyond that, who cares how these things work? Where was I? Oh yes. This whiz kid was something like 14 when he got his start in technology and now he was something like 30 and a billionaire. The whiz kid billionaire. I’m a natural blonde. Well, natural very light brown hair that just turns blonde with a special shampoo and treatment. I don’t know, but my hairdresser does. She performs that particular magic. This was different. This craving was in my chest. It was like my heart was reaching out and pulsing. So I would have to find a way to get close to him. I needed some excitement in my life and this was a great way to stir up something to do. As we languidly lolled around in the Jacuzzi, he dimmed the lighting and talked about how he was successful so young and how his family had protected him from the world and how he loved his codes and programming and the whole world of mathematics.