Femme De Chambre の小説・ストーリー

ordonne Hendrick. La jeune femme obtempère en hochant la tête. Hendrick pose sa main dans son dos, en exerçant une légère pression pour l'intimer à le suivre. Elle prend une dernière gorgée de sa limonade avant de poser son verre sur la table basse puis suit Hendrick.. Ils passent par le hall, montent l'escalier, longent le couloir pour atteindre la chambre de Hendrick. Une grande pièce de couleur bleu pale, d'où trône un grand lit à baldaquin au fond. Légèrement à gauche de l'entrée se trouve des appareils de musique. Un écran au mur en face du lit, des cadres de ses voyages accrochés aux murs. Un peu à droite de l'entrée, une table de boissons, quelques verres et un mini-bar. Le lit entre

There was a large open-air swimming pool and fitness room on the third floor, a study room and a home cinema on the second floor, a living room, reception room, kitchen, laundry room and also an outdoor garden on the first floor… It took Xavia nine full hours to clean the whole place up. She was only done with her work when it was four o’clock in the morning. What a detestable capitalist! Xavia cursed inwardly as she went upstairs. When she passed by Maison’s room, she walked over and gently pushed the door open. The door opened with a creak. Zivon, who had always been a light sleeper and an extremely vigilant person, woke up instantly. After discerning that it was the sound of a woman’s foo

He extended his hand toward me while widening his smile. A little hesitantly, I placed my hand in his and let him lead me to one of the rooms on the upper floor. He entered a chamber that seemed to have a slightly different, less modern interior. The windows were covered by thick brocade curtains. A matching, hand-embroidered bedspread covered the sheets of the massive bed with a dark wooden frame. An elegant, beautifully carved vanity table stood in the corner of the room. This room clearly belonged to a woman, but it didn't seem to have been used for a long time.

Inside, it had the opulent comfort of a Victorian manor. He left her with the guard and a servant to show the way to her chamber. She turned in circle once she stepped inside. It was a large, lovely room with a light and airy atmosphere. The walls were covered in a pale blue-green wallpaper painted with small floral patterns. There was a huge, four-poster bed in the middle of the room, embellished with silk damask curtains in gold. A small yet elegant rosewood desk sat next to the window. Sumptuous brocade drapes decorated the window frame. A fireplace with a marble mantel stood next to the bedroom door. She surveyed the room and felt glad to find an adjoining antechamber with a large bathub

Everything is sharp angles and clean lines, more museum than home. A woman in her fifties meets us at the door. She has kind eyes and gray hair pulled into a neat bun. "Mrs. Chen," Dominic says. "This is my wife." The word sounds foreign in his mouth. Wrong. "Welcome, Mrs. Laurent." Mrs. Chen's smile is warm. "I've prepared the master suite and the guest room next door." My stomach twists. Guest room? Dominic catches my expression. "I thought you'd prefer your own space. At least initially."

The second I sat down, her hand found my thigh under the table, squeezing. “Bad practice?” she whispered. I nodded. She leaned closer, her breath warm against my ear. “Then let me make it better.” We lasted twenty minutes before we slipped into the restricted archives room she had access to through her literature department. The door locked behind us. I pushed her against a shelf of old books, dropped to my knees, and ate her out until she came twice, her hands fisted in my hair, her moans muffled by her sleeve.

As if reading my confusion telepathically, she offered, “I am Vienna. I will be your chambermaid for the duration of your stay here.” I nod. She does a small bow and walks out of the room. Alone now, I exhale and inhale. Memories of my nightmare cause me to pull the wool duvet away from my feet. I breathe with relief to find no horns growing out of them. I swing my feet off the bed and welcome the feel of the cold ceramic tiles against my heels. I yawn and stretch my hands over my head. I can hear a few bones cracking with delight at being straightened. Slowly I tread to the bathroom while taking in more details of the room as I walk.

The woman bowed her head. To her demand, Aiden nodded and she pressed her thumb finger on the finger print screen embedded on the door handle. The door didn’t squeal as it reeled open. She led them into the room and the two ladies behind them shot the door from outside. “This is the best we can offer you, Mr. and Mrs. Aiden and Artemis.” *** The chamber was another heaven. Artemis thought it a chamber because it was far from what one will call a room. The furniture was a wonder, and even the paint on the wall was posh.

Kirsten added. “Your beds are ready,” the woman called suddenly. “Van, help me get up,” Don said lazily. “Can’t you see I got Cara with me?” “Let me help you with her Van,” Alice said. And the woman has to help them carry the limp form of Cara to their cosy looking bedchamber. There is a bed there for each of them and the room is illuminated with soft yellow lights. “If you need anything, just give me a yell,” the woman smiled before leaving them.

The muted color palette, large cushions and warm wooden tones, helped to create a comfy, intimate space. France smiled thinking of how many people would kill to be in his shoes at the moment. He glared at her perfectly structured face—she was overly beautiful. Her room came into view—with a Hollywood-style lit up mirror, a Marilyn Monroe portrait hanging on the wall. It had a cozy nook and of course, a fire place. Opening her eyes slowly, she found her chauffeur placing her on a bed. Confusion. Why was he touching her? Her eyes darting around—she realized she was in her room.