Aniyah reached over and touched his crotch. He took one hand off the wheel and pushed her hand away.

Aniyah tickled. "I know you're just playing games."

"After today, we'll keep our distance. I feel guilty after seeing your mother," Baron said sternly.

"Get over it. You and I can have a love nest at my new house. I can't wait to get there."

Aniyah took out a nail file and began to file her nails. She couldn't believe her eyes when they drove up to the Houston Estate. The security buzzed Baron in through the gates.

"Dang, this is like being in jail, behind bars."

"You've been to jail?" Baron asked.

"One d.a.m.n time. I stayed overnight for drunk driving. Rum had me mad and speeding."

"What happened to your car?"

"It wasn't mine. It belonged to the dude I was messing with. My license is still on lockdown."

Baron looked over at her. He couldn't comprehend how he had allowed her to manipulate him.

They drove to the right of the estate. "The workers' residences are that way," he said as he pointed to the left.

"Look at the flowers. I could pick roses to put in my hair."

"Yes, you can do that."

He pulled around until the house began to show.

"This is not a house. It's an apartment complex," she said. "I think I'll rent rooms."

"Oh no, you can't do that," he said. "I see you have a lot to learn."

"I got you, baby, to teach me," she said as she touched him on the neck.

He pushed her hand away. "Keep your hands off me. Please, behave when you get in front of the staff."

Baron drove up to the front and got out. Aniyah jumped out of the car. She pulled her dress down. She held a big red pocketbook on her arm. He opened up the front door and Aniyah strutted into the house. She began to dance around. "This is beautiful. Look how clean it is. I won't be able to find my way around here."

"You will in due time," he said.

Elsa appeared at the sound of their voices. "h.e.l.lo, Mr. Chavis." She smiled.

"h.e.l.lo, Elsa. This is Aniyah Sanchez, Mr. Houston's daughter. She'll be living here from now on."

Baron knew that word had already gotten back to the help about Rupert having a daughter with one his servants.

"Give me a hug," Elsa said. She embraced Aniyah.

"Be careful, don't wrinkle my dress," Aniyah said.

"Oh, I'm good at ironing." Elsa chuckled as she got a good look at Aniyah's dress code. "I see you look just like Tessa, but you don't dress like her."

"My mother dresses pitiful. She's not hot like me." Aniyah grinned as she spun around. She shook her body briefly. "Where's the music around here? It's so quiet."

"The Houstons only play music in the family room in the evening, except that baby girl listening to music with her ear plugs."

"Those heifers better not be here, are they?"

Elsa was mesmerized by the way Aniyah spoke of the Houstons. "No, they moved out."

"They're too uppity for me, conceited, rich broads."

"I see you do speak your mind," Elsa said, surprised.

"I'm thirsty. Where's the fridge?" Aniyah wondered.

"It's not too far down the hall." Elsa pointed in the direction of the kitchen.

Baron, ready to leave, interrupted their conversation. "Elsa, I'll leave Miss Sanchez in your hands. I'll be going. Show her to the bedrooms."

"Hold up. I don't want a woman showing me where the bedrooms are. That's a man's job." Aniyah said as she put her arm under Baron's arms.

He gave in, not wanting Aniyah to expose any information about them to Elsa. "I'll go ahead and escort her to the bedrooms."

Right away Elsa noticed that Aniyah had a crush on the attorney. "Sa.s.sy gal," she mumbled as she left the room. Elsa couldn't wait for Tessa to call her. She understood why she didn't brag about her daughter. The girl was wild.

Baron led Aniyah up to the second floor. He first showed her the west wing and then the east wing. He showed her the master suite where Rupert and Alana had slept.

"I'm not sleeping on any dead folks' bed. I'm dumping all this mess."

"Mr. Houston has a storage place on the property. Ask Elsa to get someone to move the furniture for you."

"Come on, for now you can sleep in the guestroom," he said as he took her to a huge room with a king-sized bed covered in a white eyelet bedspread. A bouquet of roses in a crystal vase accented a table near the window. Aniyah went into the bathroom. It was bigger than the apartment she had once shared with a boyfriend before they were evicted for nonpayment of rent.

"Put your bag in the closet."

Aniyah went into the huge walk-in closet. Two long bar rails awaited lots of clothes.

She only had the spandex dress she wore and two other garments to put in the closet.

"Everything is so dang big."

"Maybe you don't want to live here in such a big house. You can trade with the Houstons. They would be very happy to move back here."

Aniyah went up to him and yanked on his tie. "No way in h.e.l.l!" She released his tie. "Take me, baby," she begged as she reached up and swung her arms around his neck.

Baron pulled her arms off of him. "There are too many people around here. We could get caught." This was his excuse and he was sticking to it.

"Who cares? We're both single."

"Anyone finds out about us and they'll think you and I had something to do with Mr. Houston's death. Milandra Houston would see that I'm disbarred."

Aniyah went over and closed the door. "Now, no one will see us," she said as she pushed him, catching him off-guard. He fell back onto the bed.

She jumped on top of the white eyelet spread. Her spandex dress rose to where she could feel the conditioned air on her rear. Her b.r.e.a.s.t.s popped out. Baron came eye to eye with her nipples. He was back in the trap he didn't want to be in. It was Tessa he wanted, not her daughter. But his hunger for motherly milk led his mouth to her right nipple.

Elsa came to the top of the stairs. She had brought up two gla.s.ses of cold iced tea. She saw the door closed. Putting her ear to the door, she heard Aniyah giggling, but no sound from Baron until he let out a loud moan.

"Well, Father help me," Elsa whispered. "Tessa has lost her man to her daughter." She hurried back down the hallway, spilling iced tea on the hardwood floors.

Baron got up from the bed. He put his pants back on. "I must leave," he said as he headed to the door. This can't happen again.

Aniyah stood up and pulled down on her dress. She made sure her b.r.e.a.s.t.s were covered.

She followed Baron into the hallway. They noticed a male servant had begun to mop up a spilled substance on the floor.

"What happened here?" Baron asked as he straightened his tie.

"Elsa said one of the help wasted tea," the servant said.

Baron knew there were no spills on the floor when he and Aniyah came down the hall. He wondered if Elsa or one of the servants who brought up the drinks had heard them.

Aniyah gave her attention to the young man. She admired the darkness of his hair and the muscles in his arms from days of hard work. "You're Mexican?" She smiled.

"Yes," the young man said as he tried to keep his eyes off the dress that was drawn up her legs.

"I'm Black-Mexican," she announced.

"So am I," the young man said.

"What's your name?"

"Pete," he said.

"How old are you?" she asked.

"Eighteen, almost nineteen."

"I have another job for you," Aniyah flirted. She took the mop out of Pete's hand and pa.s.sed it to Baron. "On your way out, Mr. Chavis, drop the mop off wherever it goes? I have a real man's job for Pete to do," she said as she winked her eye at him.

Baron stood holding the mop in his hand as he watched Aniyah pull Pete by the hand down the hallway. Pete nervously went with her.

Baron called, "Isn't he a bit too young for you?"

Aniyah turned around. "I'll teach him what you old farts lack." She laughed and kept walking away with Pete to her new bedroom.

Baron listened to them as they spoke, but didn't understand their dialogue at times because they spoke in Spanish. They vanished into the bedroom, with Aniyah shutting the door behind them.

He placed the mop against the wall. He went back to the bedroom and eased the door open. He looked in and saw that Pete was his replacement in a snap.

Inside the room, Aniyah unb.u.t.toned the white, short-sleeved shirt Pete wore. He stood tall with his arms by his side. She removed his shirt.

"Strong arms for a young man." She admired him.

"Thank you," Pete shyly responded in Spanish.

Aniyah a.s.sumed this was going to be his first time having s.e.x. She could sense that he was nervous by the way sweat acc.u.mulated on his forehead. His hands trembled as she placed one of them on her left breast. Right then his hand froze; it lay numb on her breast.

She laughed. "Sugar, relax."

"I've never been with a girl before," he admitted.

"See, you have graduated to the head of the cla.s.s. You get to be with a woman who can teach you how to handle them young thangs."

Aniyah placed her arms around his neck. She smothered his lips and kissed him with force. She then ordered Pete to remove the rest of his clothes.

Pete followed her instructions. Rupert had recently hired him. He was the first young male that Rupert had ever employed. Due to Alana's heart trouble, a young man stealing his wife didn't threaten Rupert.

Pete was happy that he had a job that gave him room and board. As s.e.xy as he thought Aniyah was, he realized that it was wrong for what he was doing. But to stay working at the Houston Estate, he submitted to her demands just as the women servants had done with Rupert.

Aniyah pulled him over to the bed. "Lay down," she insisted.

Pete did as he was told.

She studied his manhood as she removed her dress.

His eyes popped open. The fullness of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s turned him on. His manhood responded. It stood erect.

Aniyah crawled on top of him. She gave him the ride of his life.

Afterward they lay under the covers. She held him close. She looked over Pete's shoulder to see Baron peeking inside the room.

"You're better than any other man I've ever had. I loved it." She smiled.

Baron mumbled, "Crazy b.i.t.c.h." He left the door ajar. He hurried out of the house, leaving the mop where it was. Being a man... his ego got to him. He was jealous, but happy that she might let up on him.

Elsa glimpsed Baron leaving as she headed upstairs. She saw the mop against the wall. Where was Pete?

Elsa heard voices and walked to the room Aniyah occupied. "Lord, have mercy," she mumbled as she peeked inside. She listened to them.

"Sugar, this is your new job around here," Aniyah said as she played in his black hair. "You're my human vibrator." She giggled.

"More pay," Pete wondered aloud.

"Big pay," Aniyah said as she kissed him. Again they absorbed in their ecstasy.