Romans & histoires Seducing The Maid

Eventually, she turned around and strutted out of the office and closed the door on her way out. I looked back at Dominic Hall, who still had his eyes plastered on my application form. Surely, it was not that interesting to not hear what that lady was saying. To not even notice her walking into the office. I tried to clear my throat again to gain his attention, but he continued to look at my paper. I sat there quietly in my seat, thinking about how Sadie was married but cheating on her husband and also applying to be a maid when she had a well-off husband and really did not need the job.

Mac whispering next to her ear: " Where are you, you glamorous, fiery redhead, when you sneak like that in the dead of the night, my sexy maid?" The redhead, trying to evade his grip: Get away from me, you idiot, let go of my hand, you imbecile. You are the servant, you insolent retard. Mac sniffed her neck deeply and whispered: He didn't cry for the first time I saw a maid get angry when she was flirted, I flirt with you here girl, then accept your status as a maid, don't underestimate them, they are what give the place its splendor, how about we have a quick sex here

He trusted the maid so much, and he must have paid a huge amount of money to get her from the agency he had talked about earlier. The maid continued to beg Aiden and was getting too close to him. She stood up and grabbed his shirt, still pleading and pressing her boobs hard against his chest. She was shedding crocodile tears, as she pleaded with him, with tear-filled eyes. I felt my anger rise. I could feel a lump in my chest, and my heart became sour. Everyone stared on in anticipation to see what my reaction would be. It was obvious that the maid was trying to seduce Aiden into letting her stay. I was furious. How dare she try to use her body to seduce my husband?

He could still picture her—disappearing into the compound, her beauty soft, her steps light, her presence unforgettable. She was Isis’s maid. Innocent. Graceful. Unaware of what she stirred in him. And now, tied to a chair, pain biting through him, one thought kept him from surrendering to the dark. Her.

Hayden roared at the maid angrily. She started shaking in fear. The maid nodded her head. With tears in her eyes, she ran in the direction of Dabria's bedroom. Shaking in fear for her future, the maid turned the knob and opened the door. She stepped into the bedroom and slowly walked into the room. Her eyes widened as her eyes went towards the bed. The maid screamed on top of her lungs as she witnessed something that was near to impossible. "What are you doing inside my bedroom? Get out, NOW!" The maid heard Dabria yelling at the maid. She ran out of Dabria's bedroom and Dabria locked the door.

His enchanting appearance with the smile that was nowhere near gentle couldn't help but spellbound the maid further who felt like her soul had been sucked in by his silver eyes. "I was waiting for their call. Tell my dear dear mother I would be there soon," he ordered but the maid didn't immediately move, still staring at his strong features, enchanted. The maid only woke up when a loud snap came from Dominic, "Go on with your work unless you wish to be ripped apart. I'm quite hungry now, maybe you like to be eaten?" and the threat he said seemed to finally remind the maid of who this man was, causing fear to take over and the brief enchantment she was under suddenly broke to something oppos

The maid stepped in, a silk robe draped over her curves, carrying a tray with two glasses of champagne. “I see you know what’s expected,” I growled, slamming the door in the headmistress’s face as she scurried off. The maid looked like a gazelle wide-eyed, innocent—but I knew better. Rumors said Velan trained them all, molded them to crave his every twisted whim. “Kneel,” I ordered, voice thick with hunger. “Open the robe.” She obeyed, dropping to her knees, parting the silk to reveal her tempting body beneath. That feverish glint in her eyes—fuck, it was true. “You little slut, you castle whore,” I sneered.

Her nervousness didn't escape my notice, and I arched an eyebrow, waiting for her to speak. She hesitated for a moment, her lips caught between her teeth, a sign of her unease. It didn't take me long to decipher her intentions. It was clear that this maid, bold as she was, sought to seduce me. Her audacity amused me even further. I hid my irritation as I closed the distance between us, our bodies almost touching. I could sense her nervousness, her heart pounding like a trapped bird. When I leaned in, her eyes closed, and her breath hitched.

“You’re early. We weren’t expecting until tomorrow." I didn’t look at Anne. My gaze was locked on the girl. “Anne. Explain.” Anne’s hands fluttered nervously. “This is Jasmin Rose. Your new maid.” My what? I scanned her slowly, deliberately. No. She didn’t look like any maid I’d ever seen. She looked like a goddess who had no business cleaning my penthouse. “My maid,” I repeated, voice heavy with disbelief. “Yes, sir. The replacement you requested.” Right. I had told Anne to find someone. Someone efficient, discreet, manageable. But this… This was trouble wrapped in denim and silk. And my body was betraying me with every passing second.