Taken by my boss

nse eyes that seemed to look right into me. His tall, strong body was in a fancy suit that fit him perfect

nsion I'd just left, but it still felt rich and powerful. The walls covered in ivy reached up to the sky, and the windows sho

alked by. His beauty was clear, and every move he made promised excitement and pleasure. He se

The floor was black and white marble, and the walls had tapestries telling stories of kings and queens. My heart

d tricked me. It had a four-poster bed with velvet drapes and a fireplace that warmed the space. T

e and pulled out fresh clothes. He threw them on the bed and

, surprised to see me. "Get out of those clothes," he said, p

naled for me to undress. I hesitated, my hands shaking as I took off my wet uniform, feeling very

scent of sandalwood surrounded me, and for a moment, I pretended this was

t was next. I had heard stories about what men like Harrison di

I knew I couldn't. Where would I go? Back to the mansion, where Victoria

r in my stomach. The maid handed me a soft towel, and I dried off, f

without much emotion. The silk felt nice against my skin,

like me but felt like a stranger. The uniform was g

she understood. Maybe she had been in my place before. She d

nd she looked tired, but she had strength I admired. She didn

high-heeled shoes. "You'll need these," s

on the marble floor echoed in the quiet halls. Mr. Harrison l

dress clung to me, reminding me of my new situation. The maid followed b

the doorknob. She looked at me with a mix of pity and resignat

t go through with this, I'd be out on the streets, alone and vulnerable. I'd heard the dange

y tale, with a big bed covered in soft pillows and throws. The sandalwoo

showing off his strong muscles. My heart raced at the sight, and fear gripped