I nodded.
Everyone started to whisper.
"Did you touch him? Did he touch you? Did he kiss you?" They kept asking.
"Yes. Yes, he did." I replied.
There were more whispers and gasps.
"What did he look like naked?" A female servant asked. "Was he huge and big?"
"Yes…uhhh… he was. He was big and hard. And then he…He kissed me." I answered.
Everyone screamed.
"What?!!!! Oh my God. You're so lucky. I wish it was me." Cora cried.
"I know. I wish it was me too. What happened next?" Another female servant asked.
"Yes. Tell us. Did both of you do it?" The second one questioned.
"NO!!! Not at all. It was an accident. Nothing happened. We didn't have sex. He only kissed me." I cried.
Everyone seemed disappointed.
"Awwwww." They murmured.
"But did he kiss you passionately? Like did he stick his tongue into your mouth? How was the kiss?" Mary asked.
"Uhhh…the kiss was like…" I trailed off as I remembered the passionate kiss we shared.
My cheeks turned red and I felt heat rising in my body.
"Like???" A female servant urged me to speak.
"Uhh...It was soft and gentle but also intense. His tongue was deep inside me and I felt like I was drowning. It was the best kiss of my life." I whispered softly.
"Wow. That's amazing." Cora exclaimed.
"Oh my god. I wish I was in your position." A female servant groaned.
"So, do you like Mr Leo?" Cora asked.
I blushed.
"Uhh... I don't know." I replied.
"Well, you have to. He's so hot. Any lady would die for his attention." Cora said.
"Yes, we are all jealous of you. You are so lucky." The second female servant told me.
"Me too. Me too." The third one chimed in.
I was shocked. They were all jealous of me. I couldn't believe it.
"Really?" I asked.
They nodded.
"Of course. No one has ever entered the private room. It's strictly forbidden. Also no one has ever gotten close to Mr leo. We all run away whenever he appears. But you, you're the lucky one." Cora explained.
I blushed.
"Wow. Well it was a mistake. I doubt if Mr Leo would ever like me. He thought I was one of his private guest. There is no way, he would fall for a me. I'm just a maid and I…." I was about to say something when l was interrupted.
"What the hell is going on here?"
Suddenly, a stern voice spoke and everyone froze.
I looked up and saw Jerry standing by the door. He was glaring at everyone.
"Who allowed all of you to gather in the kitchen? Don't you have work to do?"
Everyone quickly jumped out of their chairs and scrambled away.
Jerry's eyes landed on me.
"What are you doing, Miss Claire? What were you telling them?" Henry asked, angrily.
"Uhhh…nothing. I wasn't saying anything." I lied. I was so scared of Jerry.
"Yes, you were. What did you say about Mr Leo?. What did you say about the private room?"
I looked at him with terror and bit my lower lip.
"Nothing. I didn't say anything."
"Really? Are you really lying to me Miss Claire. I heard everything you said. You were talking about Mr Leo and the private room."
I felt a shiver down my spine.
"I'm sorry, Jerry. Please they were asking and I…"
"Shut up. You're not allowed to talk about Mr Leo or the private room. Do you understand? That's none of your business. From now on, don't ever mention it to anyone. You're not allowed to speak about the master to anyone." Jerry ordered.
"Yes. Yes. I'm sorry. Please forgive me." I whimpered.
Jerry rolled his eyes and turned to the other servants. They were staring at me, anxiously.
"What are you all doing? Get back to work. Now."
Immediately, they all scattered away and returned to their jobs.
I stood there, watching them. I felt awful.
Jerry sighed and rubbed his forehead.
"God, you're such a pain in the ass, Miss Claire. Do you know that? It's not even a day and you've already messed up. Ugh. Mr Leo should have never hired you. No wonder he can't perform properly anymore." Jerry muttered.
My eyes widen. What did Jerry mean by Mr 'Leo can't perform properly anymore'? Did he have performance issues?
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"What did I say, Miss Claire?" Jerry warned me.
"Nothing. Sorry. I didn't mean to ask. It's just...I was curious."
"Curiosity killed the cat. And you'll be the one dead if you keep asking stupid questions." Jerry said.
"Now, leave here and go to Mr Leo room. You need to arrange and dress his bed. Make sure his sheets are clean and comfortable. And remember not to touch anything in the room. Do you understand?" Jerry ordered.
"Ok, sir."
I hurried away from the kitchen and headed towards the elevator.
As I walked, I couldn't help but wonder why Jerry was so upset.
Did he know anything about Mr Leo that I didn't? And what did he mean by Mr Leo can't perform properly anymore?
What did that mean?
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I arrived at the hallway that led to Mr Leo's bedroom. Everytime I remembered that my own room was just next to Mr Leo bedroom, I felt butterflies in my stomach.
I wondered if he would be there, while I cleaned and changed the sheets.
Would he be naked?
Oh my. Just thinking about him naked, made me wet.
I shook my head. No. No.
He was my boss. I couldn't think about him like that.
I needed to stop. I needed to stop thinking of his naked body, or his touch or his kisses.
I was only hurting myself. I needed to realize that it would never happen.
Mr Leo would never be attracted to me. He was my boss. I was a poor maid
That was all.
I reached the door of Mr Leo's bedroom and knocked.
There was no answer. I opened the door and peeked inside.
It was empty. Thank God.
I breathed a sigh of relief. I didn't want to see him. I don't think I will be able to control myself if I saw him naked….again.
I entered the room and closed the door behind me.
As soon as I was inside, I felt a strange feeling wash over me.
The same feeling that I felt when I was in walked into the private room.
Butterflies filled my stomach. My heart was racing. My palms were sweaty.
It was so weird. I could perceive Mr Leo's scent. It filled the entire room.
I took a deep breath. His scent was intoxicating. It made my legs weak.
I looked around.
There was a huge bed in the middle of the room. It had red silk sheets.
Next to it was a bedside table. It had a lamp and a clock.
And there was a bookshelf in the corner.
There was nothing else. The rest of the room was bare.
No paintings. No furniture. Nothing.
The room was cold and sterile. It felt lifeless.
Why didn't Mr Leo have any photos or paintings in his room? How could he live like this? Was this how he liked it?
I didn't understand.
It was so sad.
How could someone's room be so empty.
My room was full of memories. I had pictures of my mom and me on the wall. And I had some of my favorite books on the shelves.
Why didn't Mr Leo have any mementos? Was he lonely? Maybe.
But who was I to judge. I was only a maid.
It wasn't my place.
I began to tidy up the place. I vacuumed the floors, cleaned the windows, dusted the shelves and wiped the tables.
I was just about to change the sheets on the bed when I heard a sound. It was coming from the door at the other end of the room.
I tiptoed towards it, wondering where it lead to.
"Hello." I called.
But there was no answer.
I opened the door and walked inside.
It was a bathroom.
But it was nothing like any bathroom I'd ever seen.
It was huge, with marble counters and gold-plated faucets. Everything looked so expensive.
In the corner was a giant bathtub. It was filled with bubbles.
And in the tub, was Mr Leo.
He was leaning against the edge and his head was thrown back. His eyes were closed and he was humming softly.
I felt my breath catch in my throat.
I wanted to look away. I knew it was wrong. But I couldn't.
His hair was wet and water droplets dripped down his chest.
I watched as they slid down his abs and disappeared into the bubbles.
Oh God.
This was torture.
I shouldn't be looking at him like this.
But it was impossible to look away.
His skin was so perfect. It was smooth and flawless.
And his muscles. They were so well defined.
He was so beautiful.
I bit down on my lower lip as I stared at him.
His hands moved beneath the water and he started to stroke himself.
Oh my! I wasn't expecting that.
My eyes widened in admiration and I could feel my body heat up. I was suddenly felt myself getting wet.
Sh!t.
His hands moved faster and he started to moan softly.
His voice was so sexy and deep. And the way his face contorted with pleasure was the hottest thing I'd ever seen.
I wanted to touch him. I wanted to run my hands over his wet body.
I was too engrossed in watching him.
I didn't even realize that he was staring right at me.
I was so embarrassed.
My cheeks turned red and my heart stopped beating.
"Claire?" Mr Jackson spoke.
My eyes met his and I froze.
Shit! He knew. He knew I was watching him.
What the hell was I supposed to do?
Should I run? Should I hide?
But how could I explain my presence in his bathroom.