Brenton walked into the kitchen and spotted Alexander there, continuing to work as his maid. He did need the help around the house, seeing as how his job demanded a lot from him and he wasn’t always there to keep the place neat and tidy, but did the other male really have to wear black short shorts like that? They seemed to hug his frame perfectly and it was driving Brent, along with his imagination, wild. After a couple of seconds of just looking at Alex and his ass, he cleared his throat and motioned for the other to follow him. “I think the kitchen is fine for now, but I need you to do something in the bedroom. I’m not small enough apparently to reach down there without knocking stuff over.”