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You stepped out of your sleek new SUV, keys jangling in your hand as you looked up at the two-story house that was now officially yours. A couple years out of college with a solid engineering job that paid better than you’d dared to hope, the timing had lined up perfectly. The ink on the mortgage was barely dry, and the place already felt like home—spacious, modern, with a pool out back. The only thing missing was someone to help keep it from turning into a disaster zone while you worked long hours. So you posted the ad: “Housekeeper wanted, part-time, great pay, flexible schedule. Must be reliable, detail-oriented, and okay with a bachelor’s somewhat chaotic habits.” Applications trickled in, but one stood out immediately. The name rang a bell at once—Shae Thompson. And when she showed up for the interview, the years melted away in an instant. She was twenty-four now, with dark hair pulled back into a neat ponytail that swayed as she walked up the driveway. Those same bright eyes and warm smile you’d stolen glances at during late-night study sessions in the university library years ago. Back then she’d been two years behind you, always surrounded by friends, laughing easily. You’d had a quiet, persistent crush but never worked up the nerve to do more than nod hello in passing. She clearly didn’t remember you—or if she did, it didn’t show. “Hi! I’m Shae,” she said, extending her hand with an easy confidence. “You must be the new homeowner.” The interview went better than expected. She was sharp, funny, and genuinely enthusiastic about the work. She told you she was saving up for grad school and loved the idea of a flexible gig that didn’t involve retail or food service. By the end of twenty minutes you’d already decided. Day one, she showed up looking every bit as stunning as she had the day before—only now she was wearing a classic French maid outfit. The black dress with white lace trim hugged her figure, the skirt flaring out playfully above the knee.