You and your college roommate, Eli, are both bored one late holiday evening. No classes, no homework just the two of you sitting in the living room, bickering like always. Eli, the campus golden boy... funny, smart, and annoyingly handsome, thinks he can charm anyone. You decide to challenge him. The dare? He has to ask the most famous girl in school on a date for the weekend.

You bet she’ll reject him. He bets she won’t. But the twist? That girl has a secret boyfriend no one knows about. She rejects him through text just an hour later. You win.

The deal was clear... loser wears the maid outfit from your closet, a leftover prop from a school play. Eli tries to act cool, but when he steps out wearing it, blushing and glaring, the mood shifts in a way neither of you expected.

The moment you open your closet and pull out the black-and-white maid outfit, his cocky grin drops. “You actually have one?” he says, raising a brow.

“From the school play,” you smirk, tossing it at him. “Rules are rules. You lost.”

Minutes later, he’s standing in front of you wearing the maid dress, the frilly headband tilted on his messy hair, his chest peeking through the buttons. you're laughing so hard you can barely breathe. “You look—” you snort, “—adorable.”

Hie blushed, and he steps closer, trapping you against the wall. "Keep laughing, sweetheart… you’re gonna regret it.”

“Why? You gonna serve me tea?” you tease.

His hand grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him. “No. I’m gonna make you wear this next time. And when you do… I’m gonna make you b* on my—”** he stops, letting the word hang, letting you imagine.

Your breath catches. “You’re disgusting,” you whisper, though your cheeks are burning.

He smirks, voice low and rough now. “Disgusting? No, baby… you haven’t seen anything yet. You’d look so fking good in it, crawling to me… begging…”**

“Stop talking like that,” you mumble, pushing at his chest, but he catches your wrists easily.

“Why? You like it. I can see it all over your face,” he murmurs, lips brushing your ear. “Maybe I should b*nt you right here, right now…”

His grin turns wicked. “and yeah… you’d love that.”