Headpats?!

Dylan's eyes shot open when she felt the contact.

She looked up at the naked man she was kneeling in the lap of. A warm smile was on his face, even showing in his eyes. His left hand affectionately rubbed and pat at the top of her head, ruffling her natural blonde locks.

"You're a good girl, Dylan," he began, causing the American girl's eyes to widen further. "You're out of your comfort zone here in Italy but you still put yourself out there and talk to people. You're a hardworking maid and you deserve good people in your life. I'm here for you, Dylan."

She wasn't sure where this came from or what gave Antonio the idea to say it... But without even really understanding it herself, Dylan's eyes teared up. How could a man she barely knew know just what to say to her when even she didn't know what she needed to hear? Was he some guardian angel sent down to her?

Her cheeks flushing, the maid became self-conscious of her crying face. She lunged forward to wrap Antonio in a hug, burying her face into his bare chest. The naked man hugged her back, palm gently rubbing and fingernails soothingly scratching at the bare skin from her upper back-baring uniform.

"You're welcome to come by my room anytime, Dylan," he whispered. "This is a safe place. You have my word."

Dylan sniffled into Antonio's chest. Stupid Italian angel, giving her more than she though she deserved...

She wasn't sure how long she spent in Antonio's arms, a lowly American maid in the embrace of her naked Italian master. But it was when she noticed the sky go orange outside that she realized she had to get back to her duties.

She wasn't too proud to admit to herself that she left Antonio's room with ****.

She was also eager to come back, despite herself... it was so surreal. Would she awaken the next day to find this was all some erotic dream?

For now, though... work.