Maid

Carter:::.

The next morning “You’re early,” I say from just inches behind her and she jumps so high she practically comes out of her shoes.

“You scared me,” she protests, bringing her hands to her chest before crossing them and shooting me an annoyed look as she swats at the air in front of me.

“Likewise,” I counter.

“I find that hard to believe.”

“And I find it hard to believe you showed up here at six in the morning, a full two hours before your shift was to begin, for no reason.”

I’ve been up since five if you count five as the time I woke up since I never really went to sleep last night. I spent all of yesterday and into today thinking about her. Reimagining how my hand felt on her backside and how tempted I was since yesterday to take my dick out and pleasure myself until I released. But that’s the oxymoron of it all. A Phallic victory wouldn’t bring me pleasure, it would be admitting defeat…admitting she can’t be mine. And that’s not going to happen.

I swore to myself I’m going