The Demon's Maid

In Search Of: Secrets

It's been almost two days since Braith walked in on Clover and the touching incident. Even now, she still turned beat red at the mere thought of it. She groaned softly, and looked down at the chicken she was currently dicing up. Clover was finding it extremely hard to focus on anything she did today. Her mind was always drifting.

"I have to focus...." She whispered, leaning on the counter.

Damn him and that witch! Both of them are distracting me! She slammed her hands onto the counter, glaring down at the lifeless chicken sitting on a cutting board.

At that moment Roran decided to burst into the kitchen, scowling. "Hurry up! Master is getting impatient! At least be useful and bring him his tea!"

"I'm busy! You bring him his tea! It's already made you idiot, so stop bothering me."

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She was finally able to focus a bit after Roran left. Enough to at least finish cooking that ungrateful demon's lunch. Clover's lips curled down into a scowl and she glowered silently. She wished she had never agreed to this job, it was affecting her in ways she didn't want it too. But was it just the people or was it him?

No, it can't. Just shut down. No reaction. She thought. Turning around, she pushed Braith's bedroom door open and walked to the small table that sat beside his bed. "Hey brat! I brought-!" She turned around and her face flamed red. Braith was just walking out of his bathroom, looking-for lack of a better word-delicious.

His long silver hair flowed past his shoulders and clung to his warm, wet skin. He was rubbing a towel over his head, drying his hair, but not his body. Clover saw the small droplets of water that still clung and rolled down his smooth, muscled chest and abs, stopping at the towel that was wrapped around his hips, looking like it could fall off with the slightest touch. Like that, Braith looked like a complete and utter sin and even Clover wasn't immune to it.

Squeaking-for the first time in her life perhaps-she whirled around, covering her flushed face. "W-What are you doing! COVER UP YOU PERVERT!" Clover closed her eyes tightly and shook her head. "I-Idiot! D-Don't just walk around like that!"

"It's my room and my home. I can walk around however I want. If it bothers you then leave me alone." He said, his tone bored and scathing.

Forgetting for a second that Braith was completely wet and naked, looking hunky and ripe for the taking, she stomped over to him until she was just a hair's breadth away from him. "You are the one who asked me to bring your food up here! The least you could do is have a little courtesy and respect for me." Clover growled, glaring at him and silently wishing for him to turn into a puddle.

He had the nerve to laugh at her and run a hand through his hair, a maniacal grin on his face. "Oh really? You should have knocked. It's not my fault you came in and saw me like this."

She tried to stand her ground but she faltered. She couldn't help it! The man was so damned fine and she had never seen a man naked either! Her gaze wavered and reluctantly dropped down to his bare chest, heat rising to her face. His skin was pure and white, not a single beautiful thing out of place. He has to be made by the devil himself or something... she thought vaguely, still staring. "Oh? Do you like what you see, dear maid of mine?"

Clover snapped out of it and looked up at him. His bright, amber eyes alight with a knowing and mischievous glint to them. He took a step forward, pushing her one step back.

One step forward.

One step back.

Another step forward and back, she stopped. The back of her legs hit the back of his bed, forcing her to fall onto it. She landed with a soft thud, her breath leaving her. Clover glared up at Braith. He towered over her now, not that he hadn't before though. He was, of course, much taller than her.