Fantasy

𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐐𝐔𝐄

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Merely staring at him made my head spin and my panties soak, just like now.

It was one of those days I told another worker to inform him that he'll make my meal. My eyes followed every movement of his hands, how his muscles flexed beneath the white shirt he wore--I'd never seen him wear anything other than that color of shirt and I had to say that it was all the words to describe hot--if I could, I'd tell him to wear nothing with the exception of that color of shirt, and of course, him being naked would crown it all. It only made me want him all the more.

He dropped my platter on the nightstand and was about to walk away.

I was told that it was because I hadn't been here for long that I was allowed to eat in my room--like they could tell me what the fuck I could and could not do--well, they literally did. Father usually ate in the large dining hall downstairs--or so, I was told. Honestly, I saw no point in that since I was going