Morning Temptation

Maeva woke up the next morning to a rattling noise outside her small house. It sounded like claws scratching against the wooden door in a desperate attempt to get inside. She was occupying the private quarters that belonged to the previous maid. Her boss made sure all his workers were well taken care of. Every servant on the Thorne estate had their own personal bedroom, and for that, she was grateful. It was easier to have her own privacy, but the scratching had her doubting she was alone.

Petrified, she slipped out of bed. She threw a lightweight jacket over her sheer nightwear, pulling it around her shoulders before stalking toward the door with slow, hesitant steps.

She opened the door a crack and peeked through. Instead of a dangerous intruder, she was surprised to find a huge, furry animal sitting on her porch. Its tongue was sticking out of its mouth, panting as it stared up at her.

Smiling, she squatted down to pet its head. She hadn't seen a dog when she moved in yesterday, making her a bit surprised to see one roaming freely now.

"Hi there, little fella," she called softly. The dog barked in response, its tail thumping against the floorboards. "You aren't lost, are you? Where's your master?" she asked, scratching behind its ears.

Instead of answering, the dog suddenly turned around and scurried away down the gravel path, running like its life depended on it.

"Hold on!" she hollered. Without a second thought, she rushed outside, chasing the animal around the corner of the stone pathway.

Before she could register the movement ahead, she slammed hard into what felt like a solid brick wall.

Sturdy, muscular arms shot out, caging her to prevent her from falling backward onto the hard ground.

Startled, she gasped and looked up. Her eyes widened in shock when she realized she was staring into the imposing face of her boss, Vance.

Realizing their close proximity and the heat radiating from his chest, she pulled away from his touch like someone who had just committed a grave sin. She scrambled a few steps back.

"G-Good morning, sir," she greeted breathlessly.

Vance was confused. He had been right in the middle of preparing for his morning jog when he felt a soft body plaster itself against his hard chest. His first impulse was to yell at whoever had the audacity to run into him, but then his naughty brain registered the undeniable softness pressing into his torso. He had no other choice but to bite his tongue.

"Good morning," Vance replied. His dark eyes studied her closely, taking in the beauty of the innocent blue eyes staring right back at him.

Just then, he recognized her. She was the new maid he had seen last night. The one sent to replace Greta.

His intense gaze swept downward, lingering on her chest. The morning sunlight hit her just right, making the sheer nightdress beneath her open jacket transparent. The outline of her perky breasts and the dark peaks of her nipples were on full display.

A sudden, sharp arousal twitched in his pants. His cock hardened, thickening against the fabric of his sweatpants as a heavy throb pulsed at the base of his dick. He wasn't expecting this. She wasn't supposed to look even more stunning than she did last night. He internally questioned why this specific woman held his stare so completely, getting him hard just by standing there.

Maeva caught his dark, lingering gaze. Realizing exactly what he was staring at, a wave of flustered panic washed over her. She instinctively clutched her jacket tight over her chest, hiding her exposed breasts. That was when it hit her that she was standing outside with her boss, clad in nothing but sheer nightwear.

"Excuse me!" she squeaked. She turned on her heel and scampered out of his presence, rushing back inside her house and slamming the door shut.

Vance almost laughed at her panicked attitude. He couldn't tell if she was running away because she was naive, or if seeing him had stirred something deep inside her. He knew he was a handsome sculpture to look at. Countless women had wet their pants just by staring at him, and he assumed his intense presence had flustered her.

"Come on, King, let's go," he called after the dog, who was chasing behind him. They turned toward the front gate to resume their morning routine.

Back inside the safety of her quarters, Maeva took deep breaths to calm her racing pulse. Once her heartbeat returned to normal, she knelt by her bed and finished her morning prayers. She always found a certain peace whenever she spoke to God. She was certain He was watching over her, guiding her steps. The thought alone filled her with relief and chased away her lingering embarrassment.

After her prayers, she had a quick bath, dressed in her maid uniform, and made herself a warm bowl of noodles. She made a mental note to visit the grocery store when she received her first paycheck. If things ran smoothly, maybe she could eventually ask the sisters at the orphanage to let Katrina stay with her. It was a huge plan, but it would all be worth it very soon.

After discarding her plates in the sink, she stepped out of her house and made her way toward the big mansion to start her daily chores.

Halfway through cleaning the dining room, she headed to the kitchen. Nadine was already there, organizing the pantry.

"How was your first night, Maeva?" Nadine asked warmly when she saw the younger girl walking in.

"It was lovely, Nadine," Maeva replied with a bright smile. "I can tell you slept fine, too. You're glowing."

Nadine waved her off with a hearty laugh. "As if! Don't make fun of my old bones, Maeva."

"I'm not lying, though. I can never lie about something like that," Maeva told her softly.

"Flattery will get you anywhere, my child," Nadine chuckled. "I'll finish up the work here in the kitchen. Why don't you go upstairs and clean the boss's bedroom instead?"

"Right away," Maeva nodded.

She was lucky Nadine had given her a house tour when she arrived yesterday, or she would have been lost in the massive mansion by now. Relying on her memory, she navigated the grand staircases and long hallways until she spotted the double doors of Vance's bedroom.

She knocked gently on the wood. When no one answered, she turned the handle and let herself in.

The moment she stepped inside, Maeva froze in pure confusion. Her jaw dropped.

The luxurious room was vandalized. It looked as though an earthquake had ripped straight through it. The expensive bedsheets were torn off the mattress, tangled and thrown across the floor. Pillows were scattered everywhere. A heavy chair lay overturned, and clothes were strewn across the expensive rug.

Maeva blinked, her innocent mind struggling to comprehend the chaos. Did an earthquake shake the city last night? But it wouldn't make sense if it was an earthquake, because it didn't shake her own bedroom. How was it possible that something like this happened to his bedroom alone? She had no idea she was staring at the filthy aftermath of Vance and Cleo's wild night of sex.

Pushing her bewildered thoughts aside, she shook her head and set out to work. She began picking up the discarded clothes, righting the heavy chair, and gathering the ruined bedsheets.

She was halfway through her cleaning when the adjoining bathroom door suddenly swung open.

Vance stepped out into the bedroom, stark naked underneath the single white towel tied loosely around his waist. Water droplets clung to his broad, muscular chest and rippled abdomen.

Maeva was appalled. She snapped her body away, spinning to face the opposite direction. A sudden, flustered panic washed over her as bubbling sexual tension clashed with her innocent mind.

Her breath came out in short pants, realizing she had just seen her boss half-naked for the first time in her life. Today wasn't looking promising for her at all.