I wake up and stretch contentedly, feeling refreshed. Looking at the time, I'm surprised to see that after I came back to bed last night with Anastasia, I slept deeply for several hours. So it seems it's not just a one off fluke that I sleep really well when she's in my bed. I frown as I reach over and realize that she's gone, but as I can hear noises coming from the vicinity of the kitchen, I relax as I guess she's making some breakfast.
In any case, I've instructed Taylor to intercept her and alert me if he sees, via the security CCTV, that she's attempting to leave unaccompanied. As he has full responsibility for all security, he is always fully apprised with details of guests staying overnight in my apartment - it's a very rare occurrence. Of course as I told her yesterday, Ana is free to leave whenever she wishes, but I don't want her running without the chance for me to talk to her, to try and change her mind.
As I get out of bed and throw back the covers, I notice again the blood stain on the sheets. It brings to mind how in olden times, proof of a woman's virtue on her wedding night was a prized possession, a trophy even. Mrs Jones will no doubt see the bloodstain too, and maybe think that I've stooped to a new level of depravity by deflowering a young virgin in my bed. But having worked for me for the last few years, Gail knows that whatever goes on in my apartment is always completely consensual. I don't think either she or Taylor would be prepared to work for me if it was any other way, however much I paid them, although I know it's always possible to employ staff that would be prepared to turn a blind eye.
But evidence of sexual activity in my bed will be a first, and she will no doubt be curious. However, she won't make any comment to me - that's why she and Taylor have worked for me for as long as they have. Discrete. Loyal. Efficient. Trustworthy. Good at keeping their mouths shut and not speaking out of turn. These are all essential attributes required by my inner sanctum of staff. Being as close as they are, Gail and Jason will no doubt discuss it between themselves and probably feel sorry for the girl in question, but they know me well enough to understand that I would never have forced her to do anything against her will.
I make my way to the kitchen, then quietly sit down to watch Anastasia, finding myself mesmerized.
She is dancing her way round the kitchen as she's mixing something in a bowl under her arm. She's wearing the white shirt I discarded last night – with nothing on underneath I realize, as she reaches up into the cupboard, and I see one of her delicious cheeks peeking out. She looks very young, very cute, and sexy as hell.
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