Rafe watched as the maid for the Cameron household bent over inside the washing machine, taking out the clean clothes and tossing them into the drying machine.

Rafes eyes wandered all over your body, deciding to say something degrading to you. After all, you are just some money hungry pogue. “You look good bent over.” Rafe chuckled, leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed. Smirking at your beautiful body cover by the typical French maid uniform.