Maid For Him / l.h ✔️

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~Beyla's POV~

"What the hell?" I mumbled to myself, staring down at the item that laid on my bed. My brows furrowed together in wonder as I kept my towel clutched to my figure, unsure what it was doing in here. I was sure I didn't have a uniform, but here one was, laid on my bed for me after my shower.

Hesitant at first, I reached out and gently picked up the dress, frowning. The black and white dress had short sleeves with frill and a neckline that I thought plunged way too low, not to mention that the dress seemed to be a little bit too small for a woman my size. I was pretty sure as I looked at the exposing dress that it definitely wouldn't fit me. Clearly, Mr. Hemmings must have just guessed at what size to get me instead of actually asking. Regardless, I decided I'd better at least try to put it on if this was what he'd decided I should wear.

I set the small dress back on my bed and dropped my towel, pulling on my undergarments before I began to wiggle my way into the dress. When it was finally on after five or ten minutes of pure struggle, I huffed and turned to look at myself in the mirror on the dresser.

My eyes landed on my figure and I gasped, immediately clutching tightly to the very bottom of my dress. It only came to above my mid thigh, making it much shorter than I'd already thought it was. I turned in the mirror curiously and looked down, noticing that, although it made the size of my backside more noticeable, it hardly covered me enough to be appropriate. Really, I couldn't say what Mr. Hemmings was thinking when he bought me this. This dress was tiny and way too inappropriate to be work attire. I'd even say it was something out of a man's fetishes.

Conflicted, I looked away from my reflection and sat down on the edge of my bed, unsure what to do from here. Either I could take it off and put on something of my own or I could simply get over it and wear what he expected me to, even if it did seem inappropriate. I eventually decided to just keep it on and began to do my makeup, figuring that I'd try to get used to it. I didn't want to make Mr. Hemmings upset.

After I finished doing my makeup, I cleaned up the mess I'd made on my bed and tied my now dry hair up in a high ponytail on my head. I put on a pair of black heels and then looked at myself in the mirror one last time, checking my appearance. My dress had hitched a little higher up my hips, so I quickly pulled it down a touch to cover my thighs as best I could. It proved to be difficult to cover my exposed areas of skin, though, considering that pulling the dress down exposed my breasts more and trying to cover my breasts then exposed more of my legs. After a minute of useless pulling and shifting, I gave up and left my dress as it was. It would have to do.

I didn't spare myself one more glance as I left my room, creeping out the door and taking a cautious glance down both ends of the hallway. Even though I knew he had gotten this for me to wear, I couldn't help but to feel like he wasn't allowed to see me. Some part of me felt embarrassed, I guess.

When I found that there was no sign of him, nor did it seem like there would be anytime soon, I straightened my back and began to confidently stride down the stairs. I felt better knowing that nobody was around to see me, or at least I had thought there wasn't. However, I quickly discovered that that was not the case when I walked into the kitchen right as Mr. Hemmings was hanging up the phone, his back to me.

Panic was quick to spark up in my heart and I froze as Mr. Hemmings turned around at the sound of my heels as I walked, stuffing his phone back into his pant pocket. "Finally awake, Ms. Verdine? I ex—" Mr. Hemmings' eyes caught sight of me when he fully turned around and he stopped short immediately, going quiet. He stared at me hard and I stared back, not daring to say anything until he spoke first.

Mr. Hemmings was obviously taken aback, that much was obvious. His blue eyes scanned up and down the length of my body more than a few times as he eyed me in a way that he most certainly shouldn't have been, being that I was his maid and not his girlfriend. It was slowly becoming apparent to me that perhaps he'd bought me this rather promiscuous outfit because he was more of a pervert than I had thought. Even so, I figured he must've been pleased with this judging by how he'd been staring at me.

But then he suddenly narrowed his eyes at me and crossed his arms over his broad chest, strong jaw clenched. "What the fuck are you wearing, bambi?" He ground out through clenched teeth.

I blinked in surprise and furrowed my brows as I looked down at myself, frowning. He was clearly angry at me, but why? What had I done wrong? "M-My uniform...?" I stammered nervously, watching him as he rounded the counter and stalked over to me. I backed up as he got closer and closer, stumbling over my own heel suddenly and falling back against the side of the fridge. He closed in on me, placing his hands on either side of my head to cage me before him. "Your uniform?" He murmured, cocking a brow up at me.

It was sudden when one of his hands reached down and his fingertips traced along the breast line, but then he randomly stopped. I didn't have the guts to look at him still, so I just stayed staring at his chest instead. "Look at me." He demanded when he noticed, causing my heart to race faster. Very reluctantly, I lifted my head and gazed up at him, our eyes meeting. Now that I was looking, I could clearly see the anger and frustration in them.

"Tell me," He began, not once breaking his gaze from mine. "You really believe I would get you this uniform?" He asked, a frown on his lips. I frowned back and fiddled anxiously with the frilly fabric on my dress, feebly shrugging my shoulders. "W-Well, I don't know. It was on my bed and I thought you decided I needed a uniform, so I put it on." I whispered, forcing myself to keep our eyes locked. "Is there something wrong with it?" I hesitantly asked, biting my lip. He didn't respond, just stared quietly into my eyes.

Before I could do anything, Mr. Hemmings suddenly had one hand grabbing my thigh, his fingertips skimming underneath the hem of my dress. My eyes bugged wide and I gasped, feeling his warm hand dangerously close to the spot between my thighs. "S-Sir!" I squealed in panic, a hot blush in my cheeks as I pushed at his chest, though he didn't move even a bit. "What are you doing?!" I fretted, cursing myself for the way my knees weakened. There must've been something wrong with me for liking his touch.

"You think I'm gonna get a woman like you such a provocative little thing to wear while you work, bambi?" He murmured, roughly squeezing my thigh as I felt my breathing grow heavier.

It was mortifying when I couldn't restrain myself from whimpering as he slid his knee between my thighs, my dress hiking up to expose more of the flesh on my thighs. Mr. Hemmings raised a brow down at me and I looked away, my chest heaving unnecessarily. "A-A woman like me?" I echoed with a frown, trying my best to resist as I pushed at his chest. We were too close and this was wrong. I'm his maid. This man has a girlfriend.

But that didn't stop him from pressing his thigh right up between mine, a chuckle leaving his lips at the way I squeaked in alarm when his pant clad thigh dug into my core. "A woman so alluring. So...full of temptation." He tsked, a sly smile forming on his lips. "I'm a lot of things, Ms. Verdine, but certainly not stupid enough to test either one of us like that." He said, his fingertips slipping under the frill along the hem of my uniform. I wasn't sure what he meant by that but I didn't have it in me to ask. "Mr. Hemmings, please." I whispered, blushing heavily as I peered up at him.

His eyes flashed dangerously and I was sure my legs would give out when he suddenly pressed his leg firmer between my thighs, grinding it against my core. I gasped and lulled my head back, fighting the pleasure. "S-Stop. Sir, this is wrong!" I whimpered, yet I clutched his shirt in my hands.

Mr. Hemmings stopped and chuckled, amusement in his dark eyes. "This little dress you have on?" He said, pulling at the hem. "I don't want to see you in it ever again." He scowled, suddenly pulling away from me all together. I blinked in surprise and stared at him in confusion as he stared me down, back to being professional, as if he didn't just have his hand up my dress or his thigh dug between my legs. "Now go change and then come back down to make breakfast." He demanded, his hands deep in his pockets.

Confused, I stood straight on shaky legs and hesitantly turned around, ready to leave. "Oh, and Ms. Verdine?" He called after me before I could fully leave, making me look over my shoulder at him. "Yes, sir?" I frowned.

"Make sure you bring my food to my office when it's done."