Taken by my boss

f the big house. I was doing my chores, focused on cleaning, when the doorbell rang. I sighed and wiped my f

h the peephole and saw my boss, Mr. Hathaway. His gaze made me feel a thrill. Th

the door. "Mr. Hathaway," I

are of my maid uniform. "Emma," he replied, hi

ter. "Mr. Hathaway," I whispe

Emma," he said, his voice lower

ent strong and alluring. "Everything's clean," I

ering. "I'll decide that," he sa

We reached the master bedroom, which I had just cleaned. He looked around c

here to check the place," he said softly, brushing my che

idn't want to believe it. "Mr. Hathaway, I'm

all it when you wear that skirt?" he asked, his hand slid

t, but my body was reacting to him.

"Can't or won't?" he asked. "I see

o strong. "Mr. Hathaway, please," I beg

hot. "Call me Alex," he said sof

me of the attraction I had been fighting. His hand moved up

e asked, his voice

ch sent waves of pleasure t

y. "I knew it," he said, pr

is was wrong, but my body was responding. "Alex," I

hey'll see us. But I doubt

test again. "A

warm on my neck. "You c

hispered, feeling weak. "You

firmly. "I know what you are," he said

away, my back against the wall. I stared at hi

ed on mine. "Why not?" he asked, t

his grip, but he held me tighter. "Emma," he said, "you're playin

away again. "Alex,

ding me. "Why do you resist?" he murm

against the wall. I felt the wall press into my back, but my heart raced. H

trong. He held my face, his thumb tracing my lip

y got closer, trapping me. Before I could protest again, his hand moved to my waist

said, his lips near mine. "But I