The Housemaid (The Housemaid, #1)

by Freida McFadden

“My notes!” She lets out an anguished cry. “I left all my notes for the PTA meeting tonight on the kitchen counter! And now they’re gone! What did you do with them?”

I want to pull my hair out. I hate these characters.

I get seized by the irrepressible urge to dunk her toothbrush in the toilet.

Please let the intrusive thought win.

I’m in love with him.

This man can't be that good.

I’ve got to hit the bathroom. Usually, I go right before bed, but Andrew wore me out and I fell asleep before I could muster up the energy.

Always pee after sex!

I’m this close to running off to the bathroom with my little pumping backpack and my tiny little milk bottles

This workplace needs to be more supportive of nursing mothers.

I don’t have anyone to babysit.” “My mother is going to be in the city tomorrow afternoon anyway,” he says. “She loves babies. She’d be thrilled to watch Cecelia for you.”

Is there no editor? He invited her to dinner TONIGHT.

He doesn’t even speak English.”

Watch how many times this is brought up in only two pages. 🙃

Even though he doesn’t speak any English,

If only he spoke English,

Too bad he doesn’t speak any English.

It’s just that I knew he wouldn’t understand me,

After all, he doesn’t even know English.

A special thanks to my editor, Ellen Gleeson, who has an amazing insight into my books!

Absolutely not.