MIA.
It's a new day, and the events of yesterday's event was at the back of my mind, some part of it though. Somehow the sensation of his fingers stroking me always creeped back into my mind, making a wave of pleasure and embarrassment wash over me.
I was meant to be washing dishes not thinking about my night adventures with Leon. But couldn't help and reflect and think of the way his hands felt on my skin and the way he touched me, like I was fragile and could break at any moment.
“Get back to work" the assistant head maid commanded, hitting me on the back of my head. I groaned, resuming my dish washing, speaking of head maid u haven't seen her since the log incident and I wonder if I really hit her too hard.
With a shrug, I continue my dish washing, once done I wipe my hand and proce
