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Chapter 7

I followed the footboy to the fourth floor. He hadn’t used the servant’s stairs. The boy had beckoned me to follow him through a new section of the estate that I had never seen before and ushered me into a small-looking broom closet. An oil lamp was lit, and I noticed marbled floor and walls instead of brooms and cleaning supplies. He effortlessly slid close the door and pulled down a lever.

I had a weird sensation that gravity was pulling me towards the ground. However, I soon realized that it was because we were going up. I didn’t know that this estate had elevators.

I waited patiently behind my guide. He had soft brown baby hair curling around his ears. He must not have been over ten years old. He was wearing a black vest with a white dress shirt tucked into a navy-blue pant with one white line following the outside seam of the leg.

I had so many questions I wanted answers to, but when I opened my mouth to ask them, the boy let go of the lever, slid open the door, and gestured me forward. I had lost my chance.

I knew we were on the fourth floor because we passed the enormous carved wooden door. I had seen no other doors like it while working other storeys, so it only piqued my curiosity even more.

“This is the master’s bed chambers.” said the boy softly, pointing at the door to his right.

I was confused. I thought that the big carved door was Alexander’s room. He came out of it early in the morning last time I was here. I simply assumed that was his chambers. Faiths, now I was even more curious about that intriguing room.

We moved to the door next to Alexander’s room, and the footboy opened it. I lost sight of him for a couple of seconds before his small head popped outside of the door frame, gazing at me as if I was supposed to follow.

“Sorry,” I mumbled, and I quickened my pace to meet him.

I took several steps inside the room and stopped.

It was dark.

I heard shuffling on the floor to my right, and slowly, the soft glow of an oil lamp lighted the chamber.

I gasped. This was nothing compared to my old room. It was huge!

“There must be a mistake,” I scoffed. “I’m the maid!”

The young boy seemed puzzled by my statement. I looked around, saw the bed, and pointed at it.

“My room should be the size of that bed,” I said in all seriousness.

“I’m sorry, Miss, but this is the room they instructed me to bring you to. This will be your chamber while you work for Lord Alexander.” He pointed his small nose toward a small door in the back of the room. “That’s the closet... for your clothes. You can sleep in there if it makes you feel better?”

He placed the sack containing my meagre possessions on the side table next to the bed and went to open the door to the left of the closet.

“You can take your bath in here,” he pressed on, “there’s everything you need in that area to wash up, including hot water.”

He pressed his lips together into a tight smile and walked past me to leave the room.

“Wait!” I held out my arm to stop him.

I had just noticed one more door on the right of the entrance. I looked at the boy questioningly.

“That’s the door to the Lord’s chambers,” he answered, casually lifting his shoulders. “The Lord has also asked that you make yourself comfortable. He should stop by after he has finished work to give you a rundown of your chores while you will stay here...”

I lifted my hand to his face to stop him from finishing his sentence.

None of this was protocol, nothing of what that boy was saying made sense!

“Doesn’t the Lord have a housekeeper or a butler to let me know what my chores are?” I crossed my arms over my chest. “I mean, who do I report to?”

“You report to Lord Alexander directly. Other than me, no one else works on this floor. Of course, there were the maids that came occasionally, but now that you’re here, it’ll be just us.”

I nodded in understanding. I had to let the information sink ina bit.

I heard him close the door behind me, and I paced around my new surroundings.

The last time I had a room this big was when my family was still alive when I was younger. Of course, it was much bigger than this one, but still…

I eyed the bed, and I wondered if it was as fluffy and soft as how it looked. I counted to three and ran up to the bed and jumped, spreading myself like a bird and hitting the bed, bouncing. It was so comfortable. Heck, I was never leaving this bed.

I piled the covers over myself and stayed there in my makeshift cocoon for quite some time, absolutely loving the warm feeling I was having. I could not remember the last time I slept, and I wasn’t a freezing block of ice. This would do nicely tonight. I almost wanted to go to bed right away.

I peeked my head out of the duvet and threw it off once I remembered the boy saying something about hot water.

I opened the bathroom door and almost fell to my knees.

The space was ample, all pale marbled tiles and dark wooden furniture. A clawfoot bathtub sat in the middle of the room, looking at me invitingly.

I didn’t see any boiler. Usually, I had to boil my water to take a hot bath. We didn’t have plumbing in the servant’s corner.

I tentatively opened the only faucet beside the tub and put my fingers through the running water. It was neither cold nor boiling; it was just perfect!

I blocked the bottom drain and started filling up the tub.

While removing my clothes, I noticed a couple of shelves with glass bottles displayed neatly on the back wall. Some had a honey-like substance inside, while others had dried herbs or flowers. I moved over there and took a glass bottle in my hand.

I opened one that had liquid and smelled what its content was. My eyes rolled towards the back of my head. The smell was exquisite! I couldn’t quite place my finger on the exact scent, but it reminded me of blooming lilacs after a warm rain, with a hint of… Eucalyptus, maybe?

I poured some liquid into the water and continued peeling the rest of my clothes off my body.

I made sure my hair stayed out of the water while I positioned myself in the giant tub. I needed to keep it dry, or else the dye would start fading.

I stopped the water when it reached above my breasts and stayed still while my skin absorbed all the water and oils it was desperately craving.

I ducked a little lower, so only my head was out of the water and hummed in delight.

I didn’t know if this was a mistake, but for now, I was enjoying it.

My hands travelled the length of my body, rubbing my arms, legs, and torso. Trying to remove years’ worth of grime I could never eliminate while bathing in the little bucket I used to clean myself in.

A soft sigh passed between my lips when one of my hands landed on my breast. I circled my nipple while inhaling the intoxicating smell that now soaked my skin and pinched the bud hard while exhaling deeply.

Thoughts of Alexander passed through my mind, and I unconsciously set my other hand between my legs, pressing between my lips until my fingers found what they were looking for.

A puzzling feeling was overcoming my senses. I needed some sort of release, and for a strange reason, Alexander was the only one that I could picture giving me what I needed.

My nipples hardened even though the water was hot, and I kept pumping my fingers inside my channel, thinking of all the things I wanted to do to him. What he could do to me. The pressure was building rapidly in my lower belly, and I felt my mouth quiver as blue sparks exploded behind my closed eyes. I knew the sparks wanted to come out of my body, but I held them inside. It wasn’t safe to let them out yet.

I felt relieved. Years of sexual tension that I had kept bottled up were now free. I sank further into the tub, basking in my sweet release. I purred softly.

“Well, that was a sight to see.”

And it all came crashing down when I heard his gruff voice.

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