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That night, they stood in the empty ballroom. Moonlight poured through the tall windows, turning the dust motes into falling stars. Ellie was supposed to leave—her temp contract was up.

Leo framed it and hung it in the kitchen.

“I don’t need a maid,” Leo said, stepping closer. “I need an associate.” Sex Associates - Cute naive Hotel Maid was Tric...

“The agency doesn’t cover romance, sir.”

“I’m not asking the agency.” He gently untied her apron strings. The white fabric slipped to the floor. “I’m asking Ellie. The girl who saves my estate, steals my books, and makes better tea than anyone in England.” That night, they stood in the empty ballroom

He found her in the library, off-duty, reading his dog-eared copy of Jane Eyre . She blushed, shoving it behind her back. “I wasn’t snooping!” “You’re a maid who reads Brontë,” he said, a rare smile cracking his stony face. “That’s… terrifyingly attractive.” Her blush deepened. “Associates policy says I can’t fraternize with the client, sir.” “Then stop being so fraternizable.”

She rose on her tiptoes. “For the record,” she whispered, her lips a breath from his, “this is highly unprofessional.” Leo framed it and hung it in the kitchen

Fin.