A Night with my v*rgin maid
he said softly.
Then he let go and turned to the window, his back to her.
“I’ll deal with those securities,” he muttered. “But you’ll change after dinner. Wear something less inviting.”
Elara glanced down at the uniform. Was that why the men stared?
“Yes, Damien,” she whispered.
But Inside her, something moved. She could still feel his fingers in her hair, a touch that refused to fade.
Later, she bathed in scented water, the silk robe she slipped into too soft, too rich. Passing a mirror, she froze. The reflection wasn’t the girl from the convent. This girl was something else.