Fi enters his room.

The second son of the Brimsley house--Lord Varen. He has a thin, handsome face with sharp, mature eyes coloured bright blue, and long black hair as well. Though it's messy, that somehow only makes him more attractive as his raven locks curl down his head and along his broad shoulders. He stands looking away from her, and wears nothing but a pair of black dress pants. She looks in awe at his bare chiselled back. He stands much taller than most of the others in the mansion as well.

He must work out every single day. Sweet lord, look at those muscles. That back...

Fi shakes her head and takes in a sharp breath. "S-Sorry to impose, m'lord. I come with a message from your father."

Varen is a man of few words. He moves slowly, and his voice carries little energy. But when he turns, and his gaze falls upon the girl, she can't help but feel immediately more nervous. "Leave it on my end table," is all he says before turning back to the dresser in front of him.

"Yes, m'lord." She nods and hurries over to the table beside his bed.

She carefully places one of the papers from the roll down onto the table and looks it over, even though she should be moving on. She can't help it. The note discusses plans for an upcoming ball. Other families will attend, and there will be dinner, dancing, and more. She stops reading, however, when she hears grunting from behind. It shakes her back into reality.

I should go--Oh wow...

She turns to see Varen still facing away now doing squats. As she makes her way over towards the door, she can't take her eyes off him. His steel muscles tighten as he lowers his shirtless body down into a low position. His rear sticks out--firm and round. Over and over again, he lets out a quiet grunt as he brings himself down and then back up again.

He stands up with a stretch and turns to face her. "What else? You've been standing there for some time," he says.

I have?!

"Oh s-sorry. Nothing. You have a good morning, m'lord," she quickly replies.

Her eyes move up and down his body. She starts getting warmer. She takes slow, shaky breaths in through her nose, and does her best to calm herself down. Though, her body is against her. There's something it's been craving for a long time, and she's been denying it. Her body is hungry for passion. She shivers, and feels a tingle shoot between her legs as she stares deeply at his abdomen.

He starts walking towards her.

"Wh-What is it? I was just going, I swear."

He says nothing and keeps moving.

Her chest heaves up and down. He's coming towards me. What do I do? What if he asks me for f-favours? I have to say yes of course. I am his servant... What am I thinking?!

As he arrives, he slams his hand against the wall directly beside her head. She's pinned right between the wall and him. Her eyes can't help but take in the view of his body this close--rippling, smooth, and barely covered by a pair of pants hanging from his hips, but then she looks up nervously to his face, and his piercing stare is aimed directly back at her. She flushes completely red. Her heart beats quickly. It's just like a romance novel, one she's read before, and one that she wish she didn't. Her mind floods with fantasies of all the things he's going to do with her.

Her lips slowly open. All that can escape is a quiet, whispered moan. She can't bring herself to speak.

Then he pulls his arm back and stands up straight. He leans over and picks up a napkin from a table and wipes his hand. "A fly," he says. "I got it."

She's left stunned. As he turns away to walk back to the dresser, her knees wobble and she crumbles to the ground.

He turns back. "Do you need a hand?"

"N-No!" she quickly stumbles back up. If he grabs me, I'll lose my mind for sure!

Fi grips the doorknob and hurries back out into the hall.

There she leans against the wall and pants heavily. She uses the remaining papers to fan herself off.

Cool down, Fi. Keep it together. That tingle is nothing. You must resist. Only a couple more of these to deliver.