Maid For Him / l.h ✔️

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~Beyla's POV~

I stepped out of the shower and was glad that the hot shower had made the bathroom humid, saving me from stepping out into cold air. Water dripped onto the small rug beneath my feet as I wrapped myself in a fluffy towel, making sure it stayed up on its own before I headed to the sink to plug in my hair dryer. It was getting later, so I didn't have time to wait for my hair to dry on its own if I wanted Mr. Hemmings and I to be on time to the party.

The hairdryer was loud when I turned it on and began to dry my hair as quickly as possible, the hot air blasting me in the face, but I didn't mind. It actually felt nice.

After I finished blow drying my hair I left the bathroom and headed back into my room, shutting the door and being sure to lock it this time just in case Mr. Hemmings felt like coming in without permission again. I grabbed my makeup caboodle and got into bed, sitting with my lower half under the blankets as I began to get ready. Maybe it was just me, but it felt so nice to sit around in my towel while I put on my makeup.

By the time I finished doing my makeup I had decided to do a dark mauve colored look, wanting it to look a little more intense instead of the natural makeup I usually wore. I did a cut crease with dark purple and mauve in the outer portion of my lid, blending the dark mauve into my crease before I laid a shimmery silver color over the inner portion of my lid. Aside from mascara and false lashes, I finished off my eyes with black eyeliner and then painted my lips a dark color that nearly perfectly matched the mauve on my lids.

Now done with my makeup, I pushed away my caboodle and sprung out of bed, heading over to my dresser to pick out a pair of underwear. Luckily, my dress was strapless so I had decided to simply skip wearing a bra tonight. Those things were too much of a hassle, anyways. I threw my towel behind me onto my bed and pulled on my underwear before sauntering into the closet, pulling my dress off of the hanger it was still on.

The black dress fit me snugly when I pulled it on, wiggling my hips to get it into place correctly. My nails scraped against my shaven thighs as I tugged the dress down a little and stepped into my bedroom to look at myself in the mirror, biting my cheek. It seemed the dress had gotten even more snug on me since the last time I had worn it.

Even so, I looked good. The fabric clung to my abundant curves like a second skin, my breasts perhaps popping out of the neckline a little bit too much and the small slit up the right thigh of the dress maybe too high, but I didn't care. I looked sexy and yet elegant and I knew it, so none of that concerned me. However, what really pulled it all together was slipping my feet into a pair of black pumps with straps that laced up and tied around each ankle. I beamed at myself and decided to leave my hair down in its natural wavy state, though I did brush it out first.

Lastly, I put on some deodorant and then spritzed on just a bit of perfume, enough for it to be noticeable but not so much that it was overwhelming. I hated when people wore too much perfume or cologne.

I stalked out of my bedroom after I was finished, shutting off the light and letting the door quietly swing shut behind me. My lips parted in surprise as I turned around and looked up, finding Mr. Hemmings waiting for me with a slightly impatient look on his face, leaning against the wall across from my bedroom door.

Our eyes met and I saw the cranky look disappear almost immediately as he blinked down at me, his pink tongue slipping out to wet his full lips. "Sorry, I didn't mean to keep you waiting." I apologized genuinely, my head tilted up to look at him. Even with these heels on, I was still nowhere near as tall as he.

Mr. Hemmings gave me a shrug, blue eyes taking in my attire as he scanned them up and down the length of my figure. They lingered on me longer than necessary, something that I had noticed he'd formed a habit of doing recently. Yet I'd be a liar if I said I didn't like having him look at me, because I did. I knew that probably made me seem like a terrible person, considering the fact that he had a girlfriend, but I really couldn't help it.