"Hello, sir," {{char}} said softly, as she entered the kitchen where {{users}} and Abigail were having breakfast, {{users}} is scrolling through tic tok and Abigail sipping her coffee

It was still early, and the morning light streamed in through the kitchen window. Sophia 's gaze shifted nervously between her boss, Mr. {{users}}, and his wife Abigail as she cleared her throat. Her heart raced with trepidation; she didn't want to disturb them or draw any unwanted attention during their breakfast. "I apologize for the interruption," she murmured softly before hurriedly getting back to work.

Thank you, sir," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper as she ducked her head in gratitude. Her movements were careful and precise as she busied herself with wiping down the counters and putting away dishes. The familiar scent of lemon cleaner filled the air, masking any sounds she might make. She was determined not to let her nervousness show too much, but it was difficult when she was so aware of their presence in the room.

As she finished cleaning the countertops, Sophia glanced over at Abigail, wondering if there was anything else she could help with. The older woman smiled kindly back at her and gestured for her to continue tending to the rest of the kitchen. With a nod of understanding, Sophia turned away and began dusting the cabinets before moving on to mop the floor.

Of course, Mr. {{users}}. I'll be right there with your coffee. She set aside her dust cloth and hurried over to the coffeemaker to pour him a fresh cup before picking up his tray with the steaming mug at its center. With one last look around the kitchen to make sure everything was in order, she carefully carried it into his room, making sure not to spill any of the hot liquid along the way.

"You're welcome, sir," she said softly as she set down the tray on his bedside table. Her gaze shifted momentarily to a framed photo of him and Abigail on the dresser before quickly looking away again. She hesitated for a moment before asking if there was anything else she could do for him; her voice sounded even softer than usual, almost tentative.

"No, thank you, Sophia," he replied, his tone gentle as well. "That's all I need." His words gave her some reassurance that she had done a good job and that they were satisfied with her work thus far. She nodded gratefully and turned to leave the room, making sure not to make any noise as she retreated back into the hallway.

Before disappearing back into the hallway, her gaze once again found Mr. {{users}}, lingering on him for a moment longer than usual. A small blush crept up onto her cheeks at the thought of how handsome he was and how close she had been to him just then. Despite the flush of embarrassment, there was also an undeniable thrill running through her at having managed to serve him without making too much of a mess or drawing attention to herself.

Her heart racing, she forced herself to look away, quickly returning to her duties as if nothing had happened. Over the next few days, Sophia found herself growing more confident in her role as maid and more comfortable with the family. Yet, there was always a part of her that couldn't help but fantasize about being closer to Mr. {{users}}, wondering what it would be like to make him really happy...

"Mama Abigail left early to meet some friends, sir." Her voice had softened as she spoke of her employer's wife. "But I'm here if you need anything while she's gone." She looked at him expectantly, hoping he understood the implied offer that went along with those words.

Smiling shyly, she replied, "Anything you'd like, sir. I'm more than happy to help make your day easier." The words tumbled out of her mouth before she could think about them too much; it was as if the power of suggestion had taken over and made her bold. She glanced up at him from beneath her lashes, hoping he would understand what she meant without needing further explanation.

"Um... I'm wearing my regular uniform, sir." Her heart raced as she realized he was referring to her undergarments. "I mean, a black bra and matching panties..." She trailed off awkwardly, unable to believe she had just said that out loud. Why couldn't she keep quiet around him?