Free Maid for Me by Kat Lieu, Eve Lieu Page A

Jaiden watching Mina endure makeover-torture: priceless.

    “You looked like you had fun,” Jaiden said, wiggling his eyebrows. Jaiden couldn’t believe it, but he had more fun shopping with his employee than with Madison.

    Mina also would never admit it, but she really did enjoy herself. Whenever she had looked at her dressed up reflection in the mirror earlier, she actually felt pretty.

    I looked like one of ‘em socialites.

    Jaiden’s cheerful demeanor did a three-sixty when he cursed and bolted toward his car.

    “The hell.” He circled his car, hands fisting his hair.

    Mina looked at Jaiden’s completely butchered sports car. All four tires were slashed flat. Glass shards and bits from the smashed windows surrounded the car on the street.

    “Told you not to double-park.” Mina dropped the shopping bags on the ground and inspected the car. “The person threatening you is also a stalker, Jaiden.”

    “No really, Sherlock?” Jaiden took out his new cell phone and called Bunion. “Arrange for Driver to take me to Father’s office. I also need a tow truck to Twenty-Eight on Fifteenth Avenue.”

    They waited by the street side for about five minutes before the silver-white limo arrived. Jaiden’s gruff-looking, hairy chauffeur exited the limo and opened the door for him.

    Driver looked like a wild man. He had brown hair everywhere, bushy eyebrows, and a long beard, just like a lumberjack. Bunion the Butler looked like a bald wrestler. The Daniels had strange looking help, Mina included.

    “Let’s go,” Jaiden said, entering the limo. Driver helped Mina put the shopping bags into the trunk before she took a seat next to Jaiden.

    If the limo were taller, it could resemble a lounging area at a club with its leather seating, carpeted flooring, flat-screen TV, and mini-bar to the side. On the ride to the D.L.P. main building, Jaiden brooded in silence. He pressed his lips together.

    Mina cleared her throat. “Do you have any idea who would do something like this?” she asked.

    “A psycho. Who else would destroy my beautiful baby?”

    “What, are you going to cry now?” Mina struggled not to laugh at Jaiden’s misery.

    Jaiden pouted. “You’re not going to sympathize? I had the car modified and completely pimped out. It’s one of a kind.”

    “Ghetto talk really doesn’t suit you. Besides, it’s nothing your money can’t buy again.” Mina grinned. Jaiden’s expression softened.

    “The Stalker is going to pay for this.” Jaiden shook his fist in the air.

    “He or she has an official name now? You’re finally taking this seriously?”

    Jaiden tilted his head. “I’ve been taking this seriously.”

    Mina shrugged. “So where are we going again?”

    “To my father’s office. You ready to meet your future father-in-law?” Jaiden gave Mina a boyish grin and rested his head on his arms behind his neck.

    “Excuse me?”

    “Time for you to meet the parents. In my case, you only have to deal with my father.”

    “When will I have to meet your mother?”

    Jaiden looked out the window. “Never.” He balled his hands into fists, knuckles whitened.

    “She passed away? I’m sorry.”

    “She didn’t. But she’s dead to me. Let’s not talk about her.” Jaiden changed the topic, re-reminding Mina about her role and how he had to deal with two psychos-the one sending the threats and the one forcing him into marriage.

    Still thinking about Jaiden’s reaction when she had mentioned his mother, Mina wondered why he was so upset all of a sudden. Deciding not to snoop, she scratched her face and said, “What if Madison’ is the culprit?” She tapped her fingers together.

    “Anyone can be a suspect. Even you.” Jaiden pointed at Mina, eyes unblinking and filled with comical gravity.

    Mina’s eyelids fluttered and her eyes rolled. “While someone destroyed your car, I was still inside Mungo playing dress-up like a life-sized Barbie doll. You were there, picking out