Henry & Me
by Sasha Clinton
He was a nerd and I was the golden girl of the theater society, destined to make it big in Hollywood, so how could there be anything between us?
Now six years later, as an out-of-work actress who has to take on a housekeeping job to stay afloat, I run into him again—and boy, has he made it big.
As I begin to clean his house and take care of his precocious nephew, I realize how wrong I was about him. He’s sexy, smart, kind, everything I never thought he would be.
But I have demons that he can’t fight. Demons that keep me away from love.
One thing’s for sure: This housekeeper-gig is going to be the hardest role of my life.
She flips open her phone, scrolling through the world’s premier international gossip registry— otherwise known as Facebook.
“I was housekeeping staff at the Four Seasons in LA briefly.” Ha, that was a nightmare. Cleaning and I are mortal enemies, and will remain so for the rest of my life. But I can’t say that to Henry, so I modify the truth a little. “My boss constantly praised the high standard of my work, so you have nothing to worry about there.” It’s thanks to my acting ability that I pull that lie off so easily. In reality, my boss at the Four Seasons fired me because I always left the rooms messier than I found them. But hell, this is an interview, and a little embellishment is standard. It’s not like I’m an inveterate liar or anything.
He proceeds to give me a tour of the house, explaining where all the cleaning equipment and supplies are stored, and giving me pointers on the way he likes things to be organized. I brought a notepad along, so I take exhaustive notes (actually I doodle his face).
“I’m not a maid,” I clarify. “I’m a domestic helper and child-care expert.” I got those words from the internet, when I was watching a YouTube video on how to do laundry. They make me sound infinitely more professional, so I’ll use them.
You know what they say about judging a book by its cover. Henry might look boring, like historical fiction, but he’s actually an erotica novel.
I adored this cleverly amusing book from start to finish. While I didn’t always love the characters because, well, there were times that Max was an obnoxious, vain, arrogant, and self-absorbed diva, but regardless, Max never failed to hold my attention and she did redeem herself. Henry and his quirky and precocious nephew Lucien were hands-down my favorite characters. But oh, how the mighty had fallen… After years of humiliating and harsh doses of reality, Max gave up on her dreams and was not the same narcissistic person she had been in college. Written from a first person POV of Max, the writing quality was top notch, I was well established in Max’s head and was highly entertained by her colorful inner musings and humorous observations. The plot was fresh and entertaining and the storyline was crisp, amusing, insightful, and clever. This was my first experience reading Ms. Clinton’s work and I quickly rose to the level of fangirl admiration before concluding the first chapter. I frequently smirked, chortled, gasped and giggle snorted, although there were also several heart-squeezing and angsty moments in between her bumbling misadventures.