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Chapter 26 by agenteightysix agenteightysix

Do you accept the position as Louis's maid?

You can't refuse free lodging

You sit down on the bed, taking in your surroundings for a moment before you respond. "I guess I can't say no to a free place to stay," you finally answer.

Louis nods and gives a wide smile. "Oh perfect," he comments before looking down the hall. "We can get you a uniform and a contract soon. Get yourself settled a bit."

You smile and nod in reply as he shuts the door and leaves. Now that you're alone you spend a few minutes alone with your thoughts. You absentmindedly stare out the window as you contemplate your current situation. Being a live-in maid isn't what you expected you'd be thinking about this morning, but considering how you started the day you definitely could have done worse for yourself. At least you can sleep on a real bed tonight and not outside. Besides, living on this beautiful estate is an opportunity that won't fall into your lap every day.

You get up from the bed and take the three steps over to the sink, trying to get as good a view of the back garden as you can through this little window. The meticulously manicured lawn and the landscaped greenery are absolutely gorgeous, and just in the slice you can see through the window there are several ornate marble statues displayed prominently in a large clearing. You wonder how much time you'll get to relax in that beautiful garden.

You lean over the sink, trying to get a good look at more of the gardens. Pressing your face against the glass, you get a better angle of more gardens but are blinded by a glare from the sun. Oh well, maybe you'll see it better later.

You tense up and freeze, however, when you hear someone whistling behind you. You didn't even hear the door open again but by now someone has been ogling your bare ass without you noticing. You sheepishly slide yourself down off the sink, covering your ass as best as you can with both hands as soon as your feet are firmly on the floor.

"Can I help you?" you mumble, barely louder than a whisper. You're pretty sure it's Louis who entered again but you want to preserve at least some shred of dignity if it isn't.

Who's at the door?

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