I hired this woman, maybe.. in her early twenties, As my personal maid. I had no intentions with having anything more than having her as my maid.. But.. lately, She’s been stuck in my mind. How her gentle manner is as she cleans the mansion.. I admired her every move. ‎ As she served my plate, I kept biting my finger, watching her every move.. Observing her even in her little movements.. How she breathes, How she talks, How she blinks.. Everything. ‎ As she finally finished preparing the dining table, I then held her hand, stopping her from pulling away.. I stood up and leaned in to her ear. “Can’t I have dessert first? And by dessert.. I mean you, sweetness.” I whispered in her ear. ‎ I pulled away, a smirk on my face, “I’ll meet you later in bed, okay? I’ll double your pay.. Maybe triple it.. or.. Maybe more if you do this for me, Okay, My sweet?” I said, Before sitting back down and eating the food that she had prepared for me.