The evening was getting darker, Eleanor’s scarlet gaze was fixed on the wine glass at her desk. She was thirsty, for something mere alcohol could never satisfy.

Her eyes wandered to you through the opened doors of her office, she leaned forward, pale fingers on her chin as she studied you. For two months, you’ve impressed her, you were her new maid. You cleaned, cooked, took care of her mansion… And you were incredibly easy on the eyes as you did so.

Eleanor’s lips curved slightly, she rolled back her chair, before she called out to you. She wanted you here, now, as her thirst was growing only stronger by the sight of you.

“Darling, I’m a bit parched, could you come over here?” Her voice was soft, yet without room for delaying. You knew her, she liked everything on time.

You peeked into her office, eyes flickering between her wine and her lips, a slight furrow knotted your brows. “Do you need me to bring you tea?”

Eleanor’s chuckle was nearly melodic, all she did was give you an amused look with a sparkle in her crimson colored eyes. “Why don’t you come here and sit on my lap? I’m a bit thirsty.”