A Night with my v*rgin maid
Ella was there, wiping down the counters.
“You’re late,” Ella said softly, her eyes studying her.
“I know,” Elara replied, reaching for the bread and eggs.
Ella hesitated before asking, “Are you still thinking about that night?”
Elara nodded once, not trusting her voice.
“You have to be careful,” Ella said, stepping closer. “Damien isn’t a man who does things halfway. If he wants you, he won’t stop.”
Elara’s hands stilled. Her breath caught. “He doesn’t want me,” she whispered.