I'm on the edge the whole day. I feel him. His fingers inside of me. I can't stop thinking about him and what he did and I think that was his intention. I've been aroused for him the whole day and it's making me uncomfortable.

Especially with his wife walking around the house every now and then. Talk about awkward!

He's late today. That makes my anticipation grow and with every minute past the hour he was supposed to come home, I get more and more nervous. Was this is his plan? Is he doing this on purpose to torture me?

I put my hand out before me and watch how much it's shaking. It's ridiculous. It's crazy how much that man consumed my thoughts in such a short time. Que estúpido.

"Are you alright, Cassandra? You've been off the whole day."

I look at Milena, the older woman I came to love working with. She's kind and patient and in a good relationship with Adrian, although we don't have that much time to talk while working because we're usually both on the opposite ends of the house, doing different things.

But the few times we did find time to speak, she was always kind, talking with a calm and even tone that had a calming effect. I like that about her.

"Yes, yes. I haven't slept well last night and I think it's rubbing off on me." I let out a forced chuckle.

Milena gives me a worried look, clearly not believing it. She comes towards me and leans her hip against the counter, crossing her arms over her chest. "Is this about Adrian?"

I'm sure my face instantly gets pale. I swallow the thick saliva that seems to leave a bad taste in my mouth. "Pardon?" I ask quietly, trying to stay calm. Does she know anything? Mierda! I knew it was too good to be true. I knew what we were doing was wrong, but that still didn't stop us.

"It is. I can see it on your face. It's written all over it. You're getting lost in him."

"I-" I shake my head. "No. No, I'm not. Mr Welch and I have a relationship based on respect, he's my boss and that's ... it." Cállate! I'm digging myself a deeper hole by sputtering all this bullshit.

Milena lifts her eyebrow, showing me that she's not buying my shit. "Girl. I saw the looks he gave you and the way he spoke to you and about you. There is respect, but your relationship goes deeper than just employer/employee." I can just feel my heart dropping. Busted. "You are not the first this happened to. Just don't get into this with your heart is all I'm saying."

"I ... don't understand," I admit. There's no point in denying. She has me all figured out.

"We had housekeepers before. Young like you, maybe a few years older. If you wonder why they left ..." Milena shakes her head. "He's not playing for keeps. I like the boy, God knows and he knows it, too, but that boy won't give you love so don't fall in love with him, Cassie."

I'm surprised. She's telling me not to fall in love with him when she should be frowning upon me wanting to have a relationship with a married man. But she's warning me about him instead, not even mentioning his wife. Also mentioning that he had the same thing going on with previous housekeepers ... and none of them works here anymore.

I'm going to be sick. "So, is this like ... a normal thing for him?" Don't vomit. Don't vomit.

Milena's face becomes gentle. It's clear that she didn't want to hurt me, but she hit me with the truth and it's ugly. It also hurts to know that I'm actually nothing special, just another hole he can fuck. Estúpido yo.

"Not normal, but it happened."

"And his wife ... knows about all of this?"

Milena looks away from me before she places her eyes back on my face. "They have a complicated marriage. It's not what it looks like and not what a normal person would think it is, but I can't tell you about it. You'll have to ask Adrian about it."

I nod, showing her that I heard her and understood her. Her words bring new kind of a shock to me and open some new doubts. I knew what I was doing with him was very, very wrong, but ... some part of me can't pull away. A part of me is intrigued and, for once, I want to let myself do whatever the hell I want.

For once, I want to be selfish. Even though I might hurt others in the process.

"Thank you. For telling me this."

Milena smiles sadly. "Save your heart for someone who'll know how to cherish it, girl. I'm not judging you, Adrian is a very attractive and a very good man, he just doesn't know how to show love."

Oh, Milena, but I don't know how to show that either. I give her a forced smile. "Then he and I are very much alike."

Milena puts her hand on my cheek, a very motherly gesture that I've never received from my own mother. My stomach clenches. "You're a very sweet girl, Cassie."

I feel my lips lifting up into a small, sincere smile this time. "Thank you, Milena."

Adrian breaks the moment when he comes home. I feel his presence before I hear him put the case down on the table. Milena hears it too and she also sees the change in me. She doesn't comment on it, but she steps back and goes out to greet Adrian and buys me some more time to get ready to face him.

"Adrian, boy, you look happy."

My heart flips in my chest. Is he smiling? But, dear God, I don't wanna miss one of his rare smiles.

"I had a good start of the day today. How are you holding up?"

I roll my lips together, squeezing my thighs when I remember about this morning.

"I'm good. You know I am."

"Where's Cassandra?"

My heart flips yet again and hearing my name with his voice, coming from his mouth ... Mierda, I got it bad.

"She's getting lunch for you. I'm sure she'll be out in a minute," Milena answers.

And as if that's my cue, I get to the dining room, carrying Adrian's lunch and almost tripping when his smiling face turns directly towards me. Que Dios me ajude. God help me. Will I ever get used to how attractive this man is?

"Cassandra," he says as a way of greeting, his voice light and velvety, his eyes smiling.

"Adrian," I reply back, trying to sound formal, but my voice cracks with emotions. I don't know why I would even want to pretend and act cold. He knows what effect he has on me. He felt it this morning already.

I place the dish on the table and I feel Adrian watching me the whole time. I stand by the table and turn to look at him and Milena who's looking at him, gauging his reaction.

Adrian slightly turns his head to look at her, too, cocking his head slightly, at which Milena silently leaves the room, but I catch the smile on her lips before she goes.

And now we're alone.

Adrian walks towards me, watching me with the eyes of a predator, taking his suit jacket off him in the process and rolling the sleeves of his dress shirt to his elbows. This is the simplest thing, a minimalistic and everyday one, but it sparks so much fire inside of me because he looks unbelievingly hot doing that.

He places the suit jacket over the back of the chair and then he's standing in front of me, cupping my jaw, and leaning in to press a kiss on the corner of my mouth. My knees buckle. "Join me," he says the familiar request.

I gladly sit down with him because I'm afraid my legs won't keep me up for much longer, that's how weak they are.

"Have you eaten?"

I nod. "Yes," I say quietly and then lower my gaze.

"Cassandra," he calls for my attention again, his dark eyes piercing mine, roaming all over my face. "Are you lying to me?"

My eyes widen. "No! No. I did eat." It's not a lie, but I didn't eat much. I couldn't. I was full of anticipation and doubts at the same time.

He narrows his eyes when he suddenly extends his arm and pulls my chair towards him. I yelp, gripping the back of the chair with both of my hands. When Adrian has me as close as he wants, he lifts my legs up over his.

"Ay!" I say in surprise, giving him a wide look.

Adrian calmly cuts a piece of meat and brings it to my lips. "Open," he demands.

I look at him and he's watching me with his dark eyes, his black hair a mess that makes him look so much more fuckable. I wrap my hand around his wrist and try to push his hand away. "I already ate, Adrian."

When I try to put my legs down, Adrian stops me by putting his hand on my bare thighs, holding my legs in place. "Open, Cassandra," he repeats.

I sigh. "I-" he shoves the fork into my mouth and I have to do nothing but wrap my lips around it and take what he offered.

"Do we have to have a talk about orders again?"

Your job is to do what I order you to do.

I shake my head. Adrian rewards me by squeezing my thigh. He cuts a piece of meat for himself and puts it in his mouth – with the same fork he put in mine.

"Where did you learn how to cook?" Adrian asks, bringing a salad to my mouth now.

I open my mouth willingly this time. It seems like I'm actually hungry and I let myself relax enough to not feel the knots in my stomach because of him anymore.

"When I came to live in London, I had to learn how to take care of myself. I cooked for my sister even before that sometimes."

"A sister? Do you have any other siblings?" Adrian asks, intrigued now.

I look at him in surprise. He really doesn't know anything about me? I shake my head. "Nope, just a sister."

"Younger or older?"

"Younger," I reply.

I look at him in question now and when he feels my gaze, he laughs. "No, I do not have any siblings," he says, but I feel something ... change in his voice. "Don't be afraid to ask if you want to know anything."

I stay quiet and Adrian sighs. "What is your favourite food?"

I shrug. "I'm not picky." I was when I came to live here years ago and when I still had the money to live a comfortable life. I'm not anymore. Because when you go so many times without a food, you get to appreciate it a little more when you have the chance to fill your stomach, no matter what kind of food that is.

"There sure must be one food you like a little more than any other."

I think about it. "I don't know ... pancakes, maybe? I like them."

"Pancakes," Adrian says as if he's trying to memorise it.

He feeds me some more of his food until I can't eat anymore. "What's your favourite food?" Judging by the diversity of his menu, he enjoys all kinds of food, from salty to sweet. He has a healthy diet and it's attractive seeing a man taking good care of his body.

His body certainly rewards him for that.

"Every here and then, I like to visit Mc'Donalds for their fries. They might be unhealthy, but they're my guilty pleasure."

Speaking of guilty pleasures ...

When Adrian finishes lunch, I want to clean the table, but he doesn't let me. "Leave it. We have some things to do first," he tells me with fire in his eyes.

He leans into me and I lean back, away from him. "We need to talk about this first."

Adrian sighs and grabs my hand. "We'll talk in the bedroom."

I have second thoughts about that. "Why there?" I ask quietly. He drags me behind him all the way up to his bedroom. He closes the room after us and turns the lock. The sound of the key turning makes my body stiff and my breathing gets shallow.

"Questions?" Adrian says, throwing his suit jacket on the bed and loosening the tie around his neck before he throws that on the bed, too. He starts unbuttoning his dress shirt.

"Bueno. Have you ever had this kind of relationship before?"

"Yes," he says. No hesitation.

I swallow. "Does your esposa know about this?"

"She might know some of it. We don't talk about this over the tea." His lips twitch. Oh, he's finding this funny!

"Is the thought of cheating on your wife funny to you?" I accuse.

Adrian stops what he's doing and stares at me. "We're married only on the paper. If you haven't noticed, we don't have any other relationship."

"Why are you married to her, then?" I ask. This sounds like a cheater would say, but who am I to judge?

"It's complicated and we'll leave it for some other time. What you and I do, doesn't concern Katherine at all. She will not give you any trouble. Any other questions?"

My brain is still trying to process all of this. What the hell kind of marriage do these people have?!

"You said you had this kind of a relationship before. With housekeepers?" My breath sticks in my throat when he takes his dress shirt off.

"Yes," Adrian confirms.

"But they're not working for you anymore."

Adrian gives me a sexy grin as he starts walking towards me. "I didn't fire them, they left willingly. Your job is safe, Cassandra, no matter what happens. In fact ..."

He grabs some papers that are on his nightstand and hands them to me.

"What's that?"

"A contract. The one that states your job position is safe as long as you do your work good. You're free to give in resignation any time you want, but I will not fire you if the relationship between us ends."

If the relationship between us ends. If. not when.

"I'm going to read this one," I say gruffly, remembering his comment when I didn't read the job contract he gave me. First he praised me and then he mocked me.

"Not going to trust me on this one?"

I only narrow my eyes and he rewards me with a deep chuckle. I can only stare at him and admire how good he looks. And this insanely good looking man wants to have a relationship with me. Increíble.

The contract isn't hard to understand, he made it very simple, yet he covered all the important parts. Basically, I'm keeping my job, no matter what happens between us and that's all I'm looking for.

"Can I get a pen?"

Adrian takes it out of the suit jacket he laid on the bed before and hands it to me, all too happy about it.

"Just one more question." I hold the pen up in the air. "Have you had a relationship with Milena, too?"

Adrian's eyes widen. "Jesus Christ, no. She's like a mother to me, Cassandra." I think I see him shudder.

I shrug. "I don't know what kind of taste you have," I say bluntly.

"Sign that contract and I'll show you just what kind of taste I have," he says darkly, starting to unbutton his pants now.

I sign my name on the line, feeling like I just freely gave myself to the devil.

I put the papers on the nightstand and placing the pen on top of them before I face almost naked Adrian. "What happens now?" I whisper, my body shaking with anticipation.

Adrian's dark gaze looks at me from head to toes and mine just briefly fall to the bulge in his boxers. I get an idea of what's going to happen now and Adrian's next words confirm that theory.

"Now, Cassandra, I'm going to fuck you."