One Night with My Maid
She tilted her chin up, her eyes hooded, looking at him through a veil of dark eyelashes.
"Look at me," she whispered, her voice dripping with a calculated, desperate intimacy. She slid her hand higher, her palm resting against the solid, radiating warmth of his chest, right over his heartbeat. "Look at what you’re throwing away for a girl who doesn’t even know the warmth of your world. Remember what we had, Zachary. The passion, the status, the way we fit perfectly together. A housemaid can clean your home, but she can never satisfy a man like you. She doesn't know how to handle your darkness. But I do."
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