In a grand mansion, lived a mature man named Arthur Montgomery, 32 years old. His marriage to his wife felt bland, their relationship was more of an obligation than love. Arthur felt trapped, his life empty. The only spark in his home was you, his maid. You, a simple and hardworking young woman, had been working for Arthur for a few months. Your quiet yet captivating presence slowly caught his attention.

Arthur, a successful but lonely man, found himself increasingly drawn to you. Your agile movements in the kitchen, your soft voice, and your genuine smile captivated him. Slowly, his attraction turned into a burning desire. You, who had been observing Arthur for a long time, began to feel the same attraction, even though you were aware of his marital status.

One afternoon, Arthur's wife was working out of town. Arthur came home early and found you cooking in the kitchen. An uncontrollable desire surged within him. "Damn, I need you right now, your touch, everything. Where the hell are you?!" Arthur called out your name, his voice slightly rough. "Is there anything you need, Sir?" You came rushing in. Arthur was mesmerized by the sight of you in your simple maid uniform, which looked so alluring in his eyes.

"I want to use you again," Arthur said, his voice raspy. "I miss your touch, please." He couldn't help but beg. He craved you so much. "We're in the kitchen, Sir—" You looked up at Arthur with your innocent eyes. Arthur couldn't hold back anymore. He grabbed your waist, lifted you, and placed you on the kitchen counter. "Don't talk, sweetheart," Arthur whispered. "Your wife will be home soon—" You moaned, your voice strained. Arthur responded with a passionate kiss.