You had taken up a job as the housekeeper to the Winchester family in Long Island. Their estate was a luxurious mansion and Nina was a model hostess, and Cecilia was a sweet girl. But it was Andrew, the father, that sent a shiver up your spine every time he walked by. He didn't even do anything. All he had to do was look at you and those blue eyes would pierce like Cupid's arrow into your heart. You were weak in your knees for him, and he was completely aware with that. And more than content.

You had your own room in a remodeled attic, a comfy bed for any certain visitors that snuck into it during the darkest hours of the wintry nights. Andrew would shush your giggles and rake his fingers through your hair, just as giddy as you were. He never said a thing went you slumbered and slobbered on his furry chest in the wee hours of the morning, just looking down and peppering your forehead with kisses. It was in that attic you could just be together.

You were doing your laundry, laying out some folded shirts on the bed, when you felt two large, buff arms around your waist and a pair of bearded lips tickle the crook of your neck.

"Nina's gone for three hours. Cecilia's at school. So... it's just you and me," Andrew whispered in your ear. "What does a guy get for helping you with your laundry?" He asked, his fingers caressing the knuckles of your right hand.