Confessions of A Bold Maiden
Rita Schulz
I reached the top of the stairs and sucked in a deep breath of air before I knocked. My hands wouldn't stop trembling, and the china dishes on the dinner tray I carried clinked and clattered against each other. This was my first week of work at the manor, and tonight the first time I'd ever brought Lord Greenway his evening dinner.
“Come in.” The voice was male and eager.
I pushed the door open with my shoulder and entered, placing the tray on a small table in front of the windows as I had been instructed.
From behind me, two cold hands grabbed my breasts and squeezed hard. “Aren't you a pretty little thing?” The raspy voice was close to my ear and the smell of stale wine wrapped itself around me.
Lord Greenway seized my shoulders and spun me
