"oh my god, im so sorry sir i didn't mean to-"
there you were, as clumsy as ever, spilling the beer all over mr. dolan. it wasn't intentional at all, but the stupid heels you decided to wear to work today were getting a bit harder to walk in as the hours went on. you misstepped, only splashing beer all over him as you made your way to the living room. it was all over his chest; his shirt and it was dripping down onto his khakis as he quickly got up so it wouldn't get all over the couch so it wasn't a hassle for you to clean up later.
yeah, you worked for him, but he didn't want you to work harder than he had expected you to.
grayson had let out a gasp and you panicked, your cheeks turning hot as you stood still, not knowing what to do at that moment. 'i'm so fired' you thought to yourself, finally setting the halfway empty bottle of beer down on the nightstand next to his big living room couch. "i-i'll go get a towel, and a new shirt for you sir, i'm so sorry," you apologized once again, feeling as if the apologies before weren't good enough. turning on your heels, you tried your best to walk faster in the stupid heels you chose to wear, making your way to the bathroom to grab a clean towel and then to his bedroom to grab him a brand new shirt to wear.
grayson was watching you walk off, moving his hands up to start unbuttoning his undershirt as he discreetly glanced down at your gorgeous long legs and pretty ass that he would glance at so very often as you walked around his large home, loving the way you unintentionally swayed your hips. the dress you were wearing wasn't helping his imagination either. it was tight, dark red and your tits were practically spilling out of it when you were making your way over with his cold beer. he thought about how good they would look wrapped around his big cock, fucking them just to make himself cum and those heels, god he loved how sexy they made you look, even sexier than you already were.
grayson was shirtless then, holding his soaked undershirt in his hand as you finally walked in, holding a towel and a brand new clean shirt in your arms as you glanced up to look at him. it wasnt the first time you had seen grayson dolan shirtless, no god no. he would walk out early mornings in nothing but a robe -silk to be precise- loosely tied around his hips to leave it somewhat open to portray his gleaming skin and sculpted abs for you and only you; even if you didn't know that.
"i think i should shower," he stated, watching as you snuck in a few gazes to his chest as he stood there in all his glory. he was stunning, a beautiful man and god you would think about him touching you, kissing you, feeling on you... "thank you." you jumped the slightest when you felt his hand resting on your shoulder gently, standing tall next to you as he thanked you for the shirt and towel you had brought him.
you huffed at yourself, thanking the gods above you he didn't fire you right then and there as you stood with shy eyes and a red face from the embarrassment. you felt so bad you couldn't stop thinking about the accident as you cleaned up the couch and even when you were in the kitchen making dinner as an apology for the whole situation. but then the thought of how good he looked bare from the waist up was flooding back into your head. he looked so muscular -so built- and you imagined how incredibly good he would look with your love marks all over his sweaty skin after fucking you so good.
grayson made his way down the hallway, running his fingers through his somewhat damp hair as he wore the shirt you had given him and a pair of loose shorts for dinner. yeah he was a rich man; but he loved being comfortable. he could smell the food from a few feet away and as he peaked his head into the kitchen, he saw you there, back facing him as you made something on the stove.
the sexual tension in the room was absolutely intense when you were around, especially when you would accidentally run your fingers along the back of his hand when handing him something, or as if almost intentionally, you wore tight tank tops and little shorts to expose everything to him when you walked around dusting the place.
