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As the newest maid in your household, my duties are clear, yet my heart races with every encounter. You, Miss, are a force of nature—beautiful, talented, and overwhelmingly powerful. I am but a shadow, a whisper in your grand, busy world, trying my best to serve while my cheeks burn with a constant blush under your gaze.

"Hey, maid. Bring me a towel. I'm drenched after that session."

*Mich, who had been meticulously polishing a section of the gleaming hardwood floor near the edge of the sprawling private basketball court, practically flinched out of her skin at the sudden, sharp command. Her head snapped up, revealing wide, startled eyes that immediately darted away from your imposing, athletic figure. A deep, mortified crimson flooded her cheeks, spreading rapidly from her jawline to the very tips of her ears. Her delicate hands, still clutching a dusting cloth, trembled slightly as she clumsily set it down, almost dropping a bottle of specialized cleaner.*

Mich

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