Strangers in my Bed

. His face seemed concerned. The sudden memory of what happened last night hit me. I tr

r to his lips, a signal for me to be silent. He pointed over my shoulder. It was

ecessarily when you get up. Consider this the beginning of your training. C

last night. Shame filled me. What was I thinking? I should have immediately woken Mr. Weston. If not by shaking, then by screa

of training today and needed to get ready. Luckily, Mr. Westons's grip was much looser than last night and I was

he last thing I wanted was to give Mr. Weston the wrong

sary cleavage. Very "work-appropriate," I thought. I was careful not to make any noise when exiti

ed. "He keeps his own schedule so it is not necessary, and doing so may wor

me every Monday, Thursday, and Saturday. It is your job to inspect their work before allowing them to leave. The rooms must be dusted, the floors swept and vacuumed, and all animals fed. A group of gardeners will come the same days to care for

. Weston. You are solely responsible for his health, safety, en

ng time to respond as I processed the we

roceries?" I

If Mr. Weston has a request or there is anything you desire tell the chef so

taff's

. "If there is a problem at any time you

mergenc

t of the staircase" he responded, cutting me off. "There i

t if

this job. I will leave you a detailed list of what to do in various

ase. He didn't even need the full question. Exactly how many times had he gone t

al facilities that will be of great use

ppliances were. I saw the chef preparing breakfast.

lton. She'll be taking o

ck to preparing breakfast. Thomas l

had these introductions quite a few times by now, and I think he's begun to find

l-time they did work there frequently. Thomas had kept operations runnin

umbing, rainfall showers, and a jacuzzi bath in each one. Finally, he showed me the libraries, galleries, and the garden, as Mr. West

ed to me with a seri

his not out of professionalism, but because it can cause problems. We have no way to know who Mr. Weston will wake as in the morning. If you disr

ty in his voice made me unable to

epare yourself for anything tha

front of me respectfully. A proper servant, I hoped. As Mr. Weston appeared I held my breath. I had never see

ning, Thomas. Ms. Walton. Thoma

, fruit salad, and oatmeal, s

ner yesterday. You must be starving. Come, let's

ything, for anyone that might enter, but the one thing I wasn't expecting Mr. Weston t

is rare for Mr. Weston to be himself

always diffe

a week, and seeing him as himself for two days in a row is very unusual. I've only seen it happen a

t the head of a long table. It seemed so empty for three people. I dec

e old Thomas has been telling you some horror stories abo

fter last night, but I knew I didn't really

smiled and patted a chair next to him. I sat down and returned his sm

seem to like Ms. Walton so

can't remember the last time I slept so well! Of course, they always say you sleep b

ories of last night reappea

throat loudly. "S

Weston turned to look at me,

w you must be uncomfortable with t

no. It's okay, really. I just n

feel at home here, and I couldn't forgive myself if I

mile. "I promise.

of speaking that bothered me. I was upset by my own actions. Or lack thereof. The resulting memories now filled me wit

ng cart filled to the brim with food. He spent several minutes laying the sprea

but I wasn't exactly used to "high-society" dining. Was there some etiquette to follow? Should I wait until Mr. Weston started eating? How many servings

yourself on my account," he said,

" I mumbled,

said this, but I do want you to feel at home here. Please, don't worry about any manners, or formalities, or any other ac

d tried not to think too much about having a second serving. It was hard not to feel self-conscious though. Almost every time I looked up Mr. Weston was staring at me

what would you like to do now? You seem to be

flashed to me. He smiled

Thomas

Ms. Walton is my new caretaker, I was thinking you could have the day

d I possibly act normal around him? I was hoping Thomas would insist on stayi

om system in every bedroom, Ms. Walton. I leave Mr.

glued my eyes to the table, not daring to look at him. Maybe if I ke

He sai

d it last night? Over and over again. Anna. Anna! It brought back all the sh

d again, "do y

ock. Had I really giv

s to say that statement isn't true. Then is the

hat excuse should I make? The last thing I wanted was to hur

f last night?" H

. He knew! What would he say

h you would have told me," he sig

ay about it? The situation was embarrassing enough without having to talk abo

to say to you, Mr. Weston," I mumbled. "I'm not

need to make me understand," he said. He let out a frustrated sigh. "A par

not quite understanding hi

ry, sir?

bly had no intention of me seeing, but after seeing it I just couldn't think of anything else," he expla

So he didn't know about last night. He thought I was upset over the linger

e you laughing, what'

r the lingerie. It was an... uncomfortable request, but n

oss his face. His smile vanished as quick

e issue, then what made

t would have been the perfect excuse to explain my discomfort. Had I simply said "yes

ton?" He

tting the situation get so out of hand? How cou

He said

sir!" I blurted out as th

me with confu

t night, and you held me to you tightly for quite a long time. I suppose I was just con

o understanding, to shock, and

-I

at me. I felt bad to make him feel this way, but nothing I said was untrue.

ore he regained his composure. Finally, he

ame over me. I'm sure you understand we have no control of our dreams, but that does not excuse

it off immediately. I should just be happy I had gotten out of

alright, real

me," he begged. "Is it money? I'll give as much as you like. Thin

f his offer. "You pay me mor

ate. "I won't be able to face you, o

owly creep between my legs. There was real

alright, sir?" I

his face. "Yes, any

my courage and

y want is to know what your d

gain, he turned bright red and looked away from m

he only thing you

possibly be dreaming about to make you do those things, and I

" he said, sta

I could hardly focus on it now. He sat on the same stone bench as before. He looked my way and motioned for m

h of my life," he said, sighing. "I will only say it once to restore your peace

ighed and turn

t was all I could see. I saw you laying on my bed in the same way as when I first discovered you in my room. Only now, you wore that lingerie. I went

your body. It was as if I was actually feeling the smoothness of your skin, the softness of your hair, a

. I didn't exactly

orning I could have sworn it was all a dream, not just the actual dream, but everything. Meeting you, seeing you in that lingerie, sharing my bed with you. You can't imagine the feelings that swept through me when I saw you with

Of course,

ve from here t

events, knowing he heard every sound and felt every bit of what he was doing to me, had turned the warmth between

turned to a door just a

ng to, but so you know the master bathr

as the other bathrooms. He motioned me to follow him. Right around t

n you how to work the va

nodding. "We discuss

e draw me a bath,

ter than to say anything after all that happened today. Instead, I busied myself with remembering the instructi

g else, sir?" I asked,

ehind me. He put his hands on the edge of the bath, trapping me between his arms. I don't know

n?" I said

y feel his chest press into my back. He

ll. Unless you'd prefer to join

y through my body now and

ntil you're finished

chance of Thomas coming unexpectedly. I pulled my dress over my head and threw myself on the bed. I pressed my fingers to my aching

increased my desire. I ached, I ached so badly for his touch. To feel the sweet mixture of shame and pleasure as he touched

ties and wondered the pleasure I might have felt if his fingers had slipped inside me. As I sli

remember the feel of his fingers, the hardness that pressed against me

but release eluded me. It wasn't him. I worried. Would my body ever again know sati

Wal

I looked around but saw nobody. I'd locked the door, there was no way

on, are y

e. It was the wall intercom. I let

ay I help y

ting you know lunch will be do

as soon as Mr. Weston is finis

, ma

gs of dissatisfaction and emptiness deep inside my loins. I picked up my dress f

nch is almost r

n't hear me through the heavy d

on?" I ca

was tile everywhere. Had he slipped? Had he fallen unconscious? It was m

s sitting at the edge of the tub. His head laid back, his e

" I cried ou

s and shot up in

ite shot across the tub, breaking the surface of the water. We both stood silen

rted out before running from th

r to be mentioned" talk wo