Maid For Him / l.h ✔️

10

~Beyla's POV~

I woke up late on Saturday morning, glad to be able to sleep in later in the day. Saturday and Sunday were my days off, which I usually just spent up in my room doing nothing progressive at all.

For a while after I woke, I just continued to lay in bed, scrolling through instagram on my phone for far longer than I really needed to. I hadn't meant to, of course, but what was first just ten minutes on my phone quickly turned into an hour. When I finally managed to get off my phone, I slipped out of bed and goosebumps rose on my bare skin at the cool air, running out of my room and into my bathroom on my tippy toes. I wasn't sure what temperature Mr. Hemmings kept his house at while he was sleeping, but it felt way too cold.

As I entered the bathroom I gently shut and locked the door behind me, beginning to strip out of my clothes after I turned on the shower and let the water heat up. While the water heated, I brushed my teeth and then used the toilet, hopping into the shower after I had finished everything. I made sure to get thoroughly cleaned and shaved my whole body before I got out of the shower, as I'd noticed that my stubble had been quick to grow back. Stepping out of the shower, I wrapped my body in a fluffy white towel and put my dirty clothes into the laundry basket, leaving the bathroom in my towel as I shut the light off. As quick as possible, I scurried down the hall towards my bedroom, goosebumps on my skin from the cool air. I reached out to grab my doorknob and, suddenly, heard a sound behind me that made me halt.

There was a sound of a doorknob being turned and then the whoosh of the door being swung open, my hand stopped mid air before my own doorknob. "Ms. Verdine?" I heard Mr. Hemmings say, sounding just as caught off guard as I felt.

My heart pounding anxiously, I somehow managed to gather up some courage and turned around, one hand tightly clutching my towel around my body just to be sure that it wouldn't fall down. "Mr. Hemmings." I greeted in a slightly shaky voice, clearing my throat to try to seem more cool and less embarrassed that he'd caught me in the middle of the hall while I wore just a towel. Still, I knew he could tell I was embarrassed because my cheeks felt very hot, so they were likely bright red.

Mr. Hemmings blinked at me and shoved his hands deep into the pockets of his pants, casually strolling down the hall until he was stood before me. I clutched my towel even tighter as I stared up at him, feeling far too exposed. "That's quite an odd way to be walking around your boss's house." He remarked bluntly, as if he were teasing me. My face grew even hotter and his lips twitched up at the edges, amused at my reaction. "I-I just showered and didn't think I'd be seen." I explained, my fingertips shaking slightly. This was the first time that someone had ever seen me this exposed and I was feeling on edge, especially because he was my boss. And he had a girlfriend. With the way that his eyes slowly trailed over my nearly naked frame and lingered in places they shouldn't have, it just felt incredibly inappropriate.

"Of course." He hummed, his gaze meeting mine at last. The intensity of his gaze made my heart pound nervously, wanting to get into my room and into my clothes as soon as possible. "W-Well, I should... I should go and get dressed, sir." I stammered, quickly turning around as I tried to dismiss myself. I went to grab my doorknob once again, but I was stopped again and, this time, not by some door down the hall opening.

This time, it was by Mr. Hemmings grabbing onto my wrist, his skin warm on mine.

I froze for a moment and then glanced over my shoulder at him, wondering why he was stopping me. "Sir?" I frowned, confused. He stepped even closer to me, so close that I could feel the warmth of his body. "I should really get dressed." I insisted, blushing.

To my surprise, he just smiled and ignored my words completely. "I know you have today off and I don't want to have to bother you later, so I figured it'd be easier to just tell you now that Kira will be leaving for two weeks on Monday." He mentioned, releasing the hold he had on my wrist. I turned and stepped away, not caring that I was now pressing myself into my door as I looked up at him. It just felt odd having him so close. "Just Kira?" I asked, cocking my head to the side curiously. Kira seemed to leave a lot, usually on business for whatever job it was that she had. "Mhm, just her. I'll still be here, so no slacking off on your work, unfortunately for you." He said, that slightly teasing tone returning to his voice once again. There were times he liked to tease me like this and I never knew what to make of it, nor did I know why he liked to tease me.