"Stop tying it so tight"
I complained to the man named Marco. He seems like the secretary of Lorenzo - another 6ft tall guy with a broader shoulder and tattoos that covered almost half of his body.
I was blindfolded and tied up on our way to his house. I heard him say some Italian words before they brought me out and Marco just nodded, obeying, and tying me. He was not careful at all, he just held my hands back and tied me with full force.
"Is it a long drive?" I asked, trying to memorize how he tied up the rope so I could untie it easily for later.
"You can't untie it, it's an Italian way" he said in a deep voice, like he knows what I am doing even though his eyes were on the road.
I cleared my throat and sat up straight, "I don't know what you are talking about"
I heard him scoffed and pressed down the gas pedal even more like a madman ready to hit anyone who will stop his way.
The drive to the penthouse became fast without me seeing any trace of the road. I tried to calm down, to memorize the turns he's making while driving. The more he drives fast, the more I can hear less cars, less noise, and it made me think we are driving somewhere private. More secluded place.
Not long after, we arrived at a place. The moment I step a foot, the road is a bit slippery. I scratched my shoe there, trying to see what kind of texture is the road, and then I felt the grass after some few steps.
The smell of the moist lingered to my nose. The cold breeze touches my skin. We're on a forest kind of place, somewhere high, and full of trees - I muttered to myself silently.
"Move" Marco commanded to me and he untied my rope recklessly before pushing me forward.
I stopped when I felt the marble floors before I could even stumbled on the floor, and I knew we are already inside the house.
"Can I remove it?" I asked hesitating about the blindfold, but there's no voice answering me.
With my guts, I slowly remove my blindfold, only to find alone in a big mansion that's almost a size of a mall. My eyes roam around, taking a sight of the expensive large white couch surrounding a big glass coffee table that is enough for more than ten people. The glass curtain walls are clean and exposed the outside scenery of trees and nothing more beyond that.
"Ah, Lucy Fern"
I turned around to look at the gold grand stairs. Lorenzo's coming down with only a black robe and a whiskey on his hand. Voice echoing from upstairs. I swallowed and fully faced him before speaking.
"Your house is good" I said, complimenting it as if I am not going to be a maid here.
He smirk slightly and walked towards me "Of course it is good, If I can afford a stay-in maid, why do you think I can't afford such mansion?" He walks even closer, and I can smell the alcohol from him.
"Y-yeah, g-good point" I said dumbly.
I heard him clicking his fingers to the glass before exhaling "Uniform's there" he pointed the kitchen island counter where my uniform is set "Wear it. All the time".
He walks there with a heavy steps until he reached the uniform. He examined it first and then turn around to throw it to me and I caught it easily.
"Good reflex" he said and took a sip "Go on, change now"
"Like, right now?" I asked and look down on it
I swallowed and pull out the uniform from the covers. My eyes widened the moment I stretched it down to see the whole dress. It was a dress, a dark blue dress with a white lace on the chest part. It was not the problem, but the length of it, how fitted it would be on me, and how the buttons of the chest part hang so low.
"Is this a uniform or a lingerie for foreplay?" I questioned loudly, like I spilled out what's on my mind.
He almost choked from his whiskey and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand "Honey, if I want you on a lingerie I can go up and get you one, don't be so bold" he said and stared for a moment
"Unless you want me to get it now and give me a good foreplay show"
My body became so hot in an instant, face flushing red and it feels like there's a lump on my throat.
Focus Luce, remember the mission.
"I'd rather wear this than be on a lingerie and move like a good cow girl" I said and rushed to the left part to go the bathroom.
He blocked my way and my forehead hit his chest because I was looking down running. I lifted my head to see him staring down at me like a predator.
"That's the way to my room, Lucy. The bathroom is on the right side" he said casually, "Eager to see my bed with that 'lingerie' on?" He smirked and then walked past me like he did not just tease me.
"Fucking hell" I muttered and gripped the dress harder before turning back.
I turn around to my feet and walked on the right side. My mind is cursing the hell out of him as I opened the door and revealed a spacious bathroom with a vanilla scent candles on. I locked the door with a loud shut and I took my time to breathe as I face the mirror and pointed a finger to my reflection.
"Do good, Lucille. Complete this mission, or you'll lose your job permanently" I whispered, taking a sight of my tired face and the heaviness of the mission I am in
I sighed exhaustedly, resting my palm to the cold sink counter before I push myself out. I immediately changed into my uniform, rolling it down with a loud groan because it fitted so tight. It was too small, too fitting for me. I can barely move and my cleavage is showing a lot more. I pushed the skirt down, trying to make it pass half of my thigh but it's really not coming down.
"This pervert Italian man will pay for this" I whispered coming out and opening the door hard while pushing my skirt down.
When I closed the door of the bathroom and turned around, I almost jumped in fear when he's standing there, crossed arms and looking at me like a damn feast.
"Oh, for Christ's sake!" I said almost jumping out
"Lingerie looks good" he teased without smiling.
Without smiling.
I almost rolled my eyes from irritation, exhaling roughly and composing myself back, "Yeah, it looks…nice" I said biting the words and looking at my uniform like I didn't examine it minutes ago.
He raised an eyebrow and pointed his hand "Turn around. Let me see how it fits"
I sighed and turned around slowly like a model and he is the judge. When I turned back to face him, he walked closer suddenly. Every step made my heart beats nervously.
I took a step back as he walks even closer and my back gently hits the wall. His face is inches away from me, that I could feel his breathing and the smell of the whiskey he has been drinking all day.
"Nervous?" He asked, voice dropping lower and smirking widely
I felt his hand to my hips that sent shiver down to my spine. My hands curled into a tight fist as if my police mode was about to be out in any minute from now.
"I didn't remember signing up for this... this kind of thing you are doing" I said, maintaining a composure or I'll break a character
"You tied it wrong" he said, almost a damn whisper, loosening and tying again the lace at the back
He looks over my shoulder, his lips almost touching my neck as if he is really testing the waters, and I have to swallow hard not to feel anything from it.
"It's better now" he said pulling away and scanning my red face before stepping back.
It indeed got better as I can breathe now easily and comfortably, but my red face says otherwise.
I looked at him but words were stuck inside my mouth. My throat suddenly felt dry from the unknown tension he gave to my body.
"By the way, I like your perfume" he said turning around and tying his robe tightly.
He took the staircase in a slow motion but then he decided to stop midway and speaks again
"It made me want to consider your foreplay thing so hard tonight"
And with that, I knew how he smirk widely even though he is facing me back.
This is not going to be an easy mission.
Not at all.