Keep Cleaning!

"Stop it, boy, what if Mr. Park hears you talking like that about his wife?" another scolded.

"He's blind and deaf to that witch," the first retorted.

"One thing's for sure, she's up to something, I just don't know what. Jane, be careful because snakes kill by hugging," my aunt warned.

"You sound just like Grandma now," I chuckled softly.

"Yes, and Mom was never wrong when she said that," she affirmed.

After dinner, I finally had the chance to take a long shower. My room, though not large, was comfortable, equipped with a spacious single bed, closets, a wall-mounted television, and a small study table. I made a mental note to spend many free hours there drawing. Exhausted, I glanced at the uniform still in its plastic bag on the bed before collapsing onto the mattress, falling asleep almost immediately.

The next morning, my cell phone jolted me awake at half past seven. With only thirty minutes to prepare for work, I hastily gathered my belongings, including the uniform Mrs. Park had left for me. The black dress, adorned with white details, hugged my curves tightly, its short length and plunging neckline making me feel more like a stripper than a maid. Regardless, I donned the outfit and prepared myself for the day ahead.

Five minutes before my shift was scheduled to start, Mrs. Park's voice called out from the hallway, prompting me to poke my head out of the door.

"Mrs. Park, I'm so glad you showed up. My uniform was too short and too low-cut," I confessed as I emerged from the bathroom, feeling embarrassed.

"Jane, you must be exaggerating," she countered, her surprise evident as she inspected my attire. "Wow! Girl, what a beautiful body! Men must go crazy over you!"

I shifted uncomfortably, attempting to adjust my dress to provide more coverage. "See? I can't work like this..."

"Why not? I thought Brazilian women were more liberal with their clothes. Don't you wear a bikini?" she quipped.

"I do, but..." I trailed off, feeling flustered.

"So that's it. Tomorrow I'll look for a longer outfit for you, but today you're wearing this one. Or are you going to use this as an excuse to run away from your first day at work?" she challenged.

"No, of course not, Mrs. Park!" I assured her.

"Good, Jane! That's how I like it! Now come on, I need you to vacuum my bed because it's filthy, and I also want you to dust the furniture in the bedroom. I want you to take special care of the areas my husband uses the most, like our bedroom, his office, and the library. From now on, you'll be the one taking care of my husband's food and all his needs. When he's at home, I want you to be his shadow. Whenever he needs anything, I want you to be there, okay?" she instructed.

"Yes, Mrs. Park," I acquiesced obediently.

"Now let's go... Get the vacuum cleaner, a broom, and a duster from this cupboard here," she directed, gesturing towards a nearby door.

I retrieved the cleaning supplies and followed her lead. As she led me into a room with two large wooden doors, I marveled at its size and beauty.

"Do you like it?" she inquired.

"Yes! Your room is very nice, Mrs. Park..." I complimented.

"Yes, it is! But it won't be mine for long..." she trailed off cryptically.

"What do you mean?" I pressed for clarification.

"Nothing! Let's start. I want you to use the duster to dust the furniture, and then I want you to clean under my bed," she instructed.

"Yes, Mrs. Park," I replied, beginning my tasks under her watchful eye. As I worked, she periodically checked the time before abruptly announcing, "Leave the duster for later. Now I need you to clean my bed. Well, I'll have to leave you alone now as I have somewhere to go, but don't worry, you're doing fine. Clean under my bed, huh?"

With that, she exited the room, leaving me to my duties. Alone in the house, I knelt down to clean under the bed, focusing intently on my task. Suddenly, a cough behind me startled me, causing me to hit my head on the bed.

"Ow! Shit!" I exclaimed, turning to face the unexpected intruder.

Standing before me was a man with a statuesque body adorned with tattoos. Shirtless and drenched in sweat, he exuded an irresistible allure that left me breathless. His mischievous smile and confident demeanor only heightened his appeal.

"Hi. I don't know you!" He said.

"What's the matter, girl? Cat got your tongue?" he teased.

He gave me a breathtaking smile. I was glad I was kneeling because my legs were shaking just looking at him. He knew the power he had and smiled when he realized that I was totally hypnotized by him.

"Well, since you won't talk, I will. Nice to meet you, my name is Jason Park and I think yours is Jane, isn't it?" He asked. I nodded and was breathless as his eyes went from my face to my cleavage. I'm sorry auntie, but if that's Mr. Park. I don't know if I can keep it up.