She immediately shot her head up and he was standing at the door.

"Sir..." She trailed off and couldn't move.

"Sir I'm-"

"You shouldn't be sniffing through things that aren't yours." He approached her and stood before her.

She tried to stand up from his bed but he came closer and stood directly in front of her.

"Care to explain yourself?" He stared at her and she tried to look away but she couldn't.

"I didn't mean to. I-"

"And you're sitting on my bed." He added and she pleaded,

"I really didn't mean to. It's really unprofessional of me. Please I'd like to get up and continue with my duties." She pleaded because he had blocked her way.

"Why?" He asked, "I like you on it."

"Sir..." She trailed off and caught his searing gaze. He directed his gaze to her thighs and she immediately looked away with a flustered face and tried to cover her exposed thighs, which wasn't really working because the uniform wasn't as long as she was wishing it was at that moment.

"Sir, please."

He remained silent after a couple of seconds and took a step back.

She moved to her left so that she wouldn't directly be in front of him when she stood up, then she got to her feet, after a small stumble.

"You know you haven't really said sorry for invading my privacy?" He said and she turned,

"Oh I'm really really sorry. I'm really sorry and I didn't mean to."

"It's fine." He picked his phone from his bedside table, "Just put them in the drawer beneath the table. I'm heading out."

He left her in the room and descended the stairs.

Her hands immediately flew to her mouth. Oh my God, that was the most uncomfortable situation of my life, she thought.

She quickly reached for the lower drawer and dropped the five condoms in. Then she turned and something from his first suitcase drew her attention.

"This is so wrong." She said as she got on her knees and skimmed through his clothes and items, "So why am I not stopping?"

She pulled out the box that had caught her eye and her eyes widened. It was an empty condom box and on the box was written 40 Premium Latex Condoms.

"40?? And there's only five left."

"You sound surprised." Lara heard a voice say and looked up to see Jayden's male friend closing the door behind him.

In trouble again! Second time in five minutes already, she thought as she dropped the box and got to her feet.

"You're new here." He lazily sat in the chair beside the bedside table. "Lara, is it?" He stared with his light brown eyes.

"I came a few of months ago," Lara replied, folding Jayden's clothes neatly, "Yes, Lara."

"I'm Michael. Jayden and I went to the same university."

"I picked that up, sir." Lara pushed the suitcases to the corner after folding the clothes in them and arranging all the items.

"Sir?" H e laughed, "Just call me Michael. How old are you?"

She took off her footwear and got on the bed to lay it. "I'm 19."

"Dropped out?"

"Saving money for college, Sir- Michael." She added quickly and bent over to push the covers to the end.

He kept his eyes glued on her rear end and the back of her thighs.

"Uh, so," He let out a breath, "boyfriend?"

"Um, no."

"What do your parents do?"

"Uh, well my parents are divorced." She walked to the bathroom to see if he had any dirty laundry, "My mother is a hairstylist and I don't know what my father is currently. I haven't heard from him in months. We're far from rich."

She gathered the clothes Jayden had worn the day he had come home.

"It doesn't matter. What matters is you're determined and making ends meet."

Lara smiled at him, then looked around the room.

"I guess that's it," she said, "My work here is done. Everything looks spotless from yesterday's general cleaning."

I'd love to find out what's beneath that uniform, Michael thought as he stared at her from her beautiful dark hair to her perfect sized legs.

"Lemme take you out sometime." He said and she laughed,

"I doubt I'm allowed to have a life while I'm here, but thank you."

He stood up and walked towards her, "I could work something out with Jayden so he lets you off the hook for a day or two. How hard can it be?"

"I don't really know, but we'll see." Lara smiled and left the room, headed towards the laundry room.

***

The hours had passed so quickly that Lara hadn't even realized it was already 11 pm, and Jayden was still not home.

She had been told by Brie and Katy that he had gone out with his female friend, who had been at the dining table that morning.

Lara lay in bed and tried to sleep but she couldn't. Any time she tried to close her eyes, she remembered what he had said to her; when he had told her he had liked her on his bed.

He had a way with words, no doubt; the memory of his sensual manner of relaying the butter and peanut information invading her mind. And his alluringly intense gaze was one that had left her intrigued.

She remembered how he had fixed his gaze on her thighs, the intensity of his gaze strongly seeping into her pores so much that for a second, she had thought he would pin her to his bed and break all rules his mother had set in place for her.

This man was dangerously attractive, and if she didn't take care, she would be involved in a damn whirlwind of foreseeable trouble. His whole demeanour reeked of trouble.

Also, his female friend, was there more to her? Why was Mrs. Benson so delighted around her?

She would probably get some answers the next day.

***

Lara woke up the next day by the sound of Rachel's voice, "Lara! Wake up! It's past 6.30. Mrs. Benson wants to see you."

"What?" Lara shot up, "Why didn't you wake me when you woke up?" she asked her short room mate.

"I thought your alarm would. I left the room before 5:30. You should hurry!"

"Tell her I woke up with a slight headache and I'll be downstairs in a jiffy!" Lara yelped and rushed to the bathroom, brushed her teeth whilst having a quick shower, cursed a bit, wore her uniform and tied her hair in a ponytail.

She rushed to the dining hall where Mr and Mrs. Benson were seated with Jayden's uncle, Sam, Michael and Jayden's female friend.

Jayden was nowhere to be found.

"Good morning." Lara greeted hastily, "Madam, I'm really sorry for the delay. I had a slight-"

"Headache." Mrs. Benson finished for her whilst taking a sip of her orange juice, "Rachel told me about it. Are you better? Do you need some medicine?"

"No, thanks Madam. It's getting better."

The female friend kept her eyes on Lara as she also took a sip of her juice. Lara did notice, which made her feel uncomfortable.

But to more pressing issues, where was Jayden? Breakfast had been served and everyone was at the table but Jayden.

"Jayden isn't feeling too well either." Mrs. Benson practically read her thoughts, "When you weren't around to serve him breakfast, we asked Rachel to, but he said he didn't want any."

Lara's face was splashed with concern.

Mrs. Benson added, "When he wants to eat, serve him immediately. Right now, go and do any necessary cleaning in his room."

"Certainly, Madam," Lara said and left to the laundry room where all the cleaning items were located; a mop and a mop bucket, a brush for sweeping, a dustpan, detergents, liquid soap, and a wiper.

She carried them to his room and knocked on the door gently. "Sir, it's Lara. I'm here to clean."

"Sir?" She knocked again when there was no response.

She was just about to knock for the third time when the door flew open, and she laid eyes on him.

"Good morning, sir," she greeted and noticed how tiredness had engulfed his facial features.

He was wearing a dark grey shirt with light grey sweatpants and his hair was in a mess. His appearance was insanely attractive.

He opened the door wider for her to enter.

"Thank you," she said and marched into the bathroom, dropping the cleaning items.

He closed the door and locked it. Then he walked to the bed and dropped himself, face down, in the middle.

Lara decided to start with the glass doors that led to the balcony. She wet a portion and wiped it gently.

Then she wet another part of the glass door and repeated the motion thrice, wondering why he had not said a single word.

She turned to look at him and her heart nearly jumped when she found him looking at her.

She immediately turned back to the glass door and tried to focus on it, but it was difficult, knowing that his eyes were on her.

She tried to break the silence, "Sir, are you alright?"

He replied with a nod.

"Sir, you were out the whole of yesterday, and this morning you haven't said a single word. You went out with the lady last night but she seems pretty fine to m-"

"Lara," he cut in. He was still face down, but he kept his eyes on her.

Lara turned to him with concern, "Yes?" She almost sounded desperate.

"I need a massage."

"A massage?" Lara was a bit confused.

"Mhmm. I'm tense."

"Um," Lara was silent for a moment, "Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure."

"So, are you gonna sit in the chair, or?" She gestured to the chair beside the bedside table.

"Come to the bed."

"Are you sure that's appropriate? What if someone comes in?"

"The door's locked." He simply replied.

Silence consumed Lara as she contemplated giving him the massage.

A massage meant physical contact.

Deliberate physical contact with Mrs. Benson's son.

Lara was hesitant for a while, but after considering the fact that he hadn't really spoken to anyone all morning, and that he did look like he needed one, she decided to give it.

Lara removed her footwear and got on the bed. He adjusted himself so his entire length was on the bed, and he was face down on a pillow.

Every slight movement caused the bed to bounce, not really helping the situation.

She knelt beside him and placed her hands on his broad shoulders. "Here?"

"Take off my shirt."

She appeared confused, "I sincerely doubt that's needed."

"Do as I say."

Boss much? Lara thought and managed to take his shirt off, revealing a strong and mascular back.

He worked out, another thing Lara added to her list of things she knew about him.

"Sit on me, Lara." He said when she placed her hands on his back.

"Don't worry, I'm fine. I can do it from here." She massaged his shoulders gently from his left side and prayed he would not mention her name again, especially in the husky tone he used, but he informed,

"Lara, I don't bite."

His way with words.

Lara straddled him and continued massaging his shoulders.

"Your hands are so soft." He exhaled with his eyes closed.

If only he saw the anxiety on Lara's face.

"Lower..."

Lara drew her hands lower and pressed his skin.

"You're as light as a feather. So easy to handle."

"Handle?" she questioned, and he smiled.

Then he jerked his hip and she gasped. He jerked it again and she blurted out,

"Please don't do that."

"Why not?" He smiled, failing to heed to her request.

"Sir, please." She held onto his back, but he only smiled and repeated the movements.

She then used another massage technique and used the sides of her hands to hit his back consistently and harder than the normal.

"Are you trying to kill me?" He laughed and shifted his back away from her hands, causing her to smile because it was working.

"I bet you want it harder." She intensified it.

"Ayyee." He groaned and turned around beneath her to face her so that she was sitting directly on his groin.

She couldn't blink when she laid eyes on his face. His smile, it was the cutest thing she had ever seen.

He continued his lewd movements, his gaze further arousing her, and she continued to hold his gaze until it became overwhelming.

She held his shoulders and buried her head in his neck and he pulled the band from her hair so her dark hair flowed and he hastily raised her uniform up, revealing her purple pantie.

Everything was happening too fast. This was literally their third meeting. How were they getting this intimate already?

The rhythm of the dry-hump quickened and Lara could feel the bulge through his sweatpants.

What had gotten into Lara? She knew very well that this was wrong. She knew very well the trouble she could get into for being inappropriate with Mrs. Benson's son, especially on the second day of work when they weren't even supposed to have a conversation. Why wasn't she stopping it?

He kept his hands at the sides of her butt and their breathing intensified.

She rose her head and caught his gaze and he passed his hands over her butt.

They both stared at each other's lips.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

"Jayden?" His female friend knocked once more, "Why is your door locked?"