Culture (Sheffield X Reader)

Chapter 8 - Maid Evening

Sheffy is getting the wheels turning. Hoo boy.

Lemon Warning will be posted when the time comes.

Enjoy.

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There was a time where even maids were off duty. Sheffield, Edenburgh, Belfast, and more would have arrangements for the night. Some of it would be food, tea, and some would go home as to others that would stay around and dish the dirt with the girls. The three of them were together talking over tea and some crumpets. 

"So Sheffy, how is it being close to Commander? Different because of his age?" Concerned Belfast.

"It's a loaded question." Sheffield seemed that she was nervous going into that topic of conversation. With her resent thoughts, she was dreading of talking about it. 

"He's young and very mature for his age." Smiled Edinburgh. "No slacking off. No flirting with any of the ladies. He is quite the gentleman he aims to be."

"Certainly..." Sheffield sipped her tea. 

"Short on words today?" Asked Belfast to Sheffield.

"A rather complicated matter. So much going on. But glad the man is in his apartment today after a wild past few days. He certainly is entitled to it. While others are heavy on the alcohol, he aims to work more and be better. He's almost ideal."

"Well..."

"Oh it's just us girls. You can say whatever you want to us. It stays here and no one on the outside can hear you." Encouraged Belfast trying to pry a little from her friend. 

"He's dreamy." Sheffy covered her mouth.

"I can agree. His age, priorities, always keeps himself well dressed, his attire is clean and attractive versus some that are far out there." Agreed Edinburgh.

"Well he's definitely avoided the brown suit which helps. Prime Minister does and they are far from flattering. At a football (soccer) game he'd be wearing one and after a little bit of sweat it smells like stinky French cheese. It's the material in the son. Rather sinful." Belfast couldn't help but be honest. Smiling still, though could have held up a bit.

"He doesn't smell. He keeps himself well bathed. I would know. He was in his office living there for two days." Nodded Sheffield.

"You're his number one. Lucky you." Belfast winked at Sheffield. "Handsome, caring."

"I don't know where-" She looked at the two of them and sighed. "He's ideal." Starting to blush.

Belfast and Edinburgh looked at each other. Then to Sheffield. Of all people, maybe she wasn't the best with how romance works. It was quite complicated to say the least. Maybe just something in regards to letting men know about her emotionally. Could be cold at times and would put people in place for misbehaving. Yet, at the end of the day she is a woman. Who doesn't know that she deserves someone who appreciates all of her time and effort.

"Any questions?" Asked Belfast.

"Regards to what?" Sheffield did feel a little embarrassed. But, who else could she trust to help her?

"Are you interested?" Asked Belfast. "You dress the part. Are attractive. But if you have real interest I can help you. Although you must help me."

"I do."

"Okay then. I have an idea." Belfast was going to grease the wheels and keep it moving. Speeding up the process by a good margin. 

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