Zzzzzap!
Just like that, Alexis vanished from her room and reappeared with a soft buzz of her anklet—straight into the grand, cold-looking hallway of Caleb Wolfe's mansion.
Her heels clattered on the polished marble as she adjusted the tight maid outfit hugging every curve of her body.
"Damn," she muttered, tugging the short skirt down an inch, not that it helped. "This is less maid and more... adult costume party."
The house was massive, modern, and quiet.
Everything was spotless, like no one even lived here. A security camera blinked in the corner, and she could already feel eyes on her.
Siren's voice crackled through the pods in her ears.
"You're in. Good. Keep your head down. Play the role. Don't let his cold eyes throw you off, and remember—he's the hardest for a reason."
Alexis took a deep breath, hands smoothing over the front of her maid dress.
"Time to sweep this cold man off his feet... or at least into my trap," she whispered.
She rang the tiny silver bell on the counter.
And then—footsteps.
He was coming.
The door creaked open slowly, and standing there was an old, stiff butler with white gloves, a wrinkled frown, and sharp eyes that scanned her outfit a little too long.
"Oh, you must be... Anastasia?" he asked, adjusting his glasses with one bony hand.
Alexis blinked, then remembered that was her fake name for this mission. She forced a polite smile. "Yes, sir. First day."
He stepped aside slowly. "Hmm. You're... younger than expected."
A pause.
"And shorter," he added under his breath, already turning away.
Alexis rolled her eyes the second he wasn't looking. "Wow. Okay. Rude grandpa," she muttered quietly.
He led her into the hallway, his steps slow and dramatic. "The Boss is upstairs," he said. "He doesn't like noise, doesn't like questions, and doesn't like strangers."
Alexis nodded, her inner thoughts racing.
Okay, cold basketball star upstairs, doesn't like noise... and I'm in heels. Great.
Siren's voice buzzed in her pods.
"Stay calm. You've handled worse. And remember… he's the one with the deepest scar. Play your role. Be observant."
Alexis grinned just a little.
"Let's see just how cold Mr. Wolfe really is."
Alexis took the stairs one slow step at a time. Her short maid dress rode up slightly with every step, but she was too focused to care.
Her anklet buzzed faintly.
"He's in the practice room," Siren's voice whispered through the pods.
"Whatever you do, don't drool."
Alexis rolled her eyes.
"I won't—wait, what do you mean don't—"
She opened the door slowly.
And froze.
There he was.
Tall. Tan. Shirtless and Sweaty. Glowing under the light. Muscles flexing with every smooth movement. Caleb Wolfe, in nothing but his basketball shorts, practicing flawless dunks on a private indoor court.
The ball hit the floor with a thud. He caught it effortlessly, turning toward her.
His eyes locked with hers. Cold. Quiet and untouchable.
Alexis blinked, heartbeat doing the absolute most.
"Okay, wow," she muttered under her breath.
"That's definitely the hottest one."
He didn't say a word. Just stared. Then went right back to dribbling like she didn't exist.
She stood there awkwardly for a beat.
Inner monologue: "Oh, so we're doing the silent treatment? Cool. Love that for me. Definitely not gonna be easy…"
And just like that, her mission with the coldest Wolfe had begun.
The old butler appeared beside her like a ghost. Alexis jumped slightly.
"Miss Anastasia," he said politely, hands folded behind his back. "Now that you've seen the young master, let me give you the rules of the house."
She followed him down the hallway as he spoke, trying not to glance back at Caleb's abs. Focus, Alexis. Focus.
"Rule number one," the butler began, "do not speak to Master Caleb unless spoken to. He values silence and privacy more than anything."
Alexis bit her lip.
"Great. My favorite type of guy. Cold and mysterious."
"Rule two: No phones, no pictures, no sneaking around. Everything you do here is watched—so behave."
She nodded, pretending to look serious.
"Rule three," he continued, stopping to face her, "never touch his things. Not his ball. Not his clothes. Not his protein shakes."
Alexis raised a brow.
"Even his protein shakes are off-limits? Damn."
The butler gave a small cough. "And the final rule, Miss Anastasia... under no circumstances are you to open the door to Room 300 in the tower wing."
Alexis blinked.
"Room 300?"
He nodded slowly. "It's strictly forbidden."
Her anklet buzzed. Siren's voice echoed in her ear, low and curious:
"Room 300, huh? Now I'm really interested."
Alexis gave a little smirk.
Inner monologue: "Forbidden rooms? Cold bosses? Rules just begging to be broken? This mission might be the juiciest one yet."
She adjusted her dress, already sensing trouble. Room 300 was definitely getting opened.
The butler turned on his heel and continued walking toward the kitchen, motioning for Alexis to follow.
"Now, about Master Caleb's meals," he began, voice firm like a school principal. "Everything must be cooked fresh. No frozen meals, no takeout, no shortcuts."
Alexis blinked.
"So no microwave noodles?"
He paused and gave her a slow look. "Absolutely not. He eats at exactly 8 AM, 1 PM, and 7 PM. Not a minute late. And it must always be high-protein, low-carb, and—God forbid—no onions."
"No onions?" Alexis whispered, confused.
"Who hates onions?"
"He's allergic. One sniff, and we'll be calling an ambulance. Are you prepared for that?"
She nodded quickly.
"Okay, no onions, got it. Fresh food only, protein prince. Anything else?"
The butler leaned in, dead serious. "He hates being disturbed during meals. Don't talk to him. Don't even look at him too long. Place the food, step back, and disappear."
Alexis stared.
"What is he? A vampire or a celebrity?"
Her anklet buzzed again. Siren's voice came through, barely holding back laughter:
"Girl, you're serving a picky, sexy beast. Good luck."
Alexis swallowed hard.
Inner monologue: "Fresh food, no onions, no eye contact… and definitely no falling in love. This job just got tastier."
The butler gave her a small nod. "You can start your work now, Miss Anastasia. The cleaning supplies are in the cabinet down the hall. Don't forget—no loud noises. Master Caleb hates distractions."
Alexis forced a polite smile.
"Got it, silent as a sexy little ghost."
She turned, taking in the massive mansion. Shiny marble floors, walls that probably cost more than her entire closet, and art that screamed old money. She adjusted her tight maid outfit and muttered under her breath,
"Alright, Wolfe brother number three… let's see what you're hiding."
As she grabbed a feather duster, her anklet buzzed.
Siren's voice: "Eyes open, hips steady. That house holds secrets. And babe—room 300? It's not just off-limits. It's dangerous."
Alexis smirked, brushing her hair behind her ear.
Inner monologue: "Danger is my middle name."
***
Alexis pushed open the door to his private basketball room, mop in one hand, fake innocence in the other.
There he was.
Shirtless.
Sweat dripping down his abs.
Bouncing the ball like it owed him money.
She swallowed hard. "Just here to clean," she said sweetly, dragging the mop slowly, hips swaying with extra effort. She bent over in front of him, just enough to give him a view he couldn't ignore—at least she thought he couldn't.
He didn't even blink.
Cold eyes met hers. "Clean somewhere else."
Alexis blinked, stunned. "Excuse me?"
"You're distracting," he muttered, walking past her like she was air. "I don't like distractions."
She stood frozen for a second, lips parting. Did he just reject me?
Her anklet buzzed, and Siren 105's voice came through her hidden earpiece.
"Oof. Coldest Wolfe indeed. Keep trying, Alexis. He's a hard one, but every man breaks eventually. Especially when you've got curves like that."
Alexis huffed and flipped her hair, eyes narrowing at Caleb's back.
"You think you're untouchable, huh? We'll see about that."