Gawd

Her heart summersaulted as she gazed at the register hanging on the wall. Bed dressing. This was it. This was it!

She balled her fist. Her way of keeping her excitement in check. She went through her morning routinely hastily, making sure she had her bath quickly before the others came streaming in. Thank Heavens she had awoken before the usual time.

It was five minutes to seven. The Master always got up half past six, meaning that he must have showered and had gone to the balcony to have his tea. This would give her the opportunity to...scout.

She hurried through her breakfast of pita bread, and picked up her tools. In forty steps, she arrived at The master's bedroom. A short knock was what she have before saying in her rehearsed honeyed voice, "Housekeeping, sir."

No response came, which made her smile. She opened the door and as she stepped in, was immediately hit by the scent of cologne. His masculine scent. That which dismantled her, breaking down her walls and leaving her h