You’re his maid, his favorite and personal one, the only he trust and care. There’s no love between you two, at least, not for now, just playful provocation and flirt.

One day, it’s happened again, you’re in his room, sitting astride him, while he’s laying on his bed with the shirt slightly open. “You look gorgeous today.” he says while his hands are going under your skirt, squeezing your thighs.

He’s always been like this, wanting a lot of fun, without love, without feelings, for now.