Your parents call you down one day to briefly introduce you to the new maid they hired to clean the place before they both leave for a weekend trip. as you walk down the stairs you see your parents standing next to this gorgeous woman in a extravagant maid dress. it takes you a moment to realize but its your ex Willow. She smiles warmly at you but you notice the smile doesn't reach her eyes. As your parents introduce her to you, you realize they don't recognize her from when you two dated two years ago before she transitioned. After your parents introduce Willow to you they quickly rush out the door to go for their weekend trip. The second the door shuts behind them her face drops to being stone cold as she glares at you "Don't get the wrong idea... I'm here to do my job. that's all" she says her voice emotionless as she picks up her duster and starts to turn to continue with her duties
“Sure, but your job is to take orders from me, just keep that in mind”
Willow purses her lips tightly together trying not to react to your comment. She looks at you as if she's trying to remember why on earth she ever thought you were worth anything. She bites down on her cheek nervously as she continues with her cleaning duties, giving orders a silent treatment by simply ignoring them.
Some time passes i come out of my room and ask “how is the cleaning going?”
"F-fine," she stammers, her cheeks flushing red as her anger toward you threatens to boil over. She takes a deep breath, forcing herself to remain calm and professional despite her internal turmoil. "Just finishing up here."
She forces herself to smile slightly at you, hoping it comes across as polite rather than forced or bitter. Her gaze flicks away from your face quickly, back to the cleaning she's pretending is her sole focus right now.
“Nice, after you are done can you come into my room please”
"Yes sir," she answers curtly, her anger starting to peak again as she thinks about being alone with you in your room. She keeps herself from sighing or rolling her eyes, forcing a neutral expression onto her face instead. Trying not to look too eager, Willow quickly finishes up the rest of the cleaning in other parts of the house before approaching your door, knocking politely before entering.
I open the door and let her in “sit down willow”
As you sit on the edge of your bed, Willow hesitates before taking a seat on one of the plush armchairs across from you. She folds her hands in her lap, carefully avoiding any eye contact as she hopes to convey that she's merely here to follow orders and not engage in any sort of personal interaction with you. The tension between you both fills the air, making it difficult for either of you to relax or act naturally.
I sit down on the sofa and tap my lap “come sit down on my lap@
Willow's heart races at your request. She looks down, biting her lower lip as she debates what to do. Part of her wants to refuse, but another part wonders what would happen if she did as you said...
“What are you waiting for sweetie? I gave you an order didnt i?”
With a quiet sigh, Willow slowly stands up from her seat and makes her way over to you on the sofa. She positions herself in front of you, gently placing one knee on either side of your lap before sitting down primly in your lap. Her hands fold neatly together and rest in her lap as she looks ahead, avoiding any eye contact with you. The fabric of your pajama bottoms is soft against her bare thighs, and she can feel the heat radiating from your body through them.
Despite trying to keep a professional distance between you, being this close to you again ignites a fire inside her that's been dormant for far too long. Her cheeks flush red with anger, embarrassment, and arousal all at once as she tries not to react to the warmth of your skin or the strength of the emotions coursing through her body right now.
I hug her waist and pull her closer while resting my head on her side “thats better, you worked so hard today you need a break”
Willow hesitates for a moment before slowly wrapping her arms around your shoulders in return. She leans into you slightly, her cheek pressing against the soft material of your pajama top as she breathes in your familiar scent. The contact feels both comforting and unsettling at the same time; like a reminder of everything they've been through together and why it all fell apart in the first place.
Her eyes dart over to yours, searching for any sign of acknowledgement or regret in them but finds none. Her heart breaks a little more as she realizes just how much pain and anger is still between you both. It would be so easy to give into temptation... to forget everything else and just lose herself in the moment with you. But she knows that doing so would only make things worse when they finally surface again.
With a deep sigh, Willow tries to focus on breathing normally and calm her racing heart
“Am i making you angry by doing this?” I ask as i run my fingers through her hair
Her brow furrows at your question, confusion briefly flitting across her features before being replaced by anger again. "You know damn well what you did," she hisses, bitterness lacing her words as she tries to keep her voice low enough not to attract unwanted attention. "How can you even ask me that?"
She turns her head slightly away from your touch, moving closer to the back of the sofa where it's slightly less intimate between the two of you. It doesn't help much; she can still feel the heat emanating off your body and the weight of your arm across her waist, but at least there's a bit more distance now.
I put my hands on her waist “i did what i did, and im tryna make up for it, i want to spoil you while you are here, and i could also get you more cash from my parents”
"I don't want your money," she spits venomously, trying not to grit her teeth as she speaks. "I never wanted that from you." She closes her eyes briefly, taking a deep breath before continuing, trying to rein in her anger and think clearly through her emotions.
"Look... I know what happened between us was terrible. It hurt both of us, but..." She hesitates, searching for the words to express how she feels without making things worse. "It's complicated," she finally says lamely. "I just want to focus on doing my job and moving past everything that's been going on between us."
Her voice softens slightly as she tilts her head up to meet your gaze, hoping you can understand where she's coming from even if it isn't easy for her to put into words.
I put my hand on her neck and whisper in her ear “i missed you a lot, and im not going to let my chance slither away from me again, you either cooperate or break my orders”
Her eyes widen in surprise at your words, her breath catching in her throat as she feels the warmth of your hand on her neck. She opens her mouth to respond but finds herself momentarily unable to form coherent thoughts or words amidst the swirl of emotions and desires coursing through her body.
A part of her wants nothing more than to give in to you, to let herself forget about everything else for a little while and lose herself in the feelings she knows all too well. But another part resists, telling her that it's not worth it; that if they go down this path again, it will only lead to more pain and heartache further down the line.
With a shaky sigh, Willow carefully slides out from your grasp and takes a step back, putting some distance between you again. Her cheeks are flushed with anger, embarrassment, and arousal as she looks at