SEX WITH THE VIRGIN MAID

Hera swallowed hard before making her way towards the mansion.

She entered the kitchen and turned on the coffee maker.

After heating the coffee, she poured some into a cup and placed it on a tray with the bottle containing sugar and milk before making her way towards his bedroom.

As she made her way towards his bedroom, she wondered why her boss wanted her to serve him coffee instead of Mariam. Again, what does he want from her? When she got to the door of his bedroom, she knocked softly as she waited for his approval.

"Come in." His voice echoed from inside the bedroom and she twisted the door knob before letting herself in.

Bryce was seated at the edge of the bed.

He was undressed as usual and didn't seem bothered about it neither does he give a fucking care in the world about it. His head was faced down as he tried to remove his socks. "Here's your coffee sir?" She alerted him. He whipped his head towards her direction to see her holding a tray in front of him.

"Did you add some sugar and milk?"

"I didn't know the quantity you would like so I brought it here." She answered. Her throat suddenly becoming dry.

"Two teaspoons of sugar and one tablespoon of milk is okay." He instructed

"Okay."

Hera walked past him and placed the tray on his desk before proceeding to open up the jar containing the sugar and milk.

She put in the quantity that he had requested before stirring it and handing it over to him.

"Here you go sir"

He took it gratefully "Thank you"

Hera picked up to tray to exit his bedroom but his voice stopped her in her tracks.

"Are you that eager to run away from me?" He had asked when he saw how fast she reached for the door knob.

"Yes sir...I mean no sir" she stuttered, not knowing what she was supposed to do now. He just interrupted her quick getaway so she's kind of stuck here.

"Sorry sir but I'm not supposed to be here alone with you." She stated as she held unto the tray for dear life.

"You don't have to be afraid of me Hera. I don't bite and even if I did, I most certainly won't bite you."

She gulped. What does he mean? And why is he saying such things to her?

"Of course you don't bite. You're not a dog like King." she interpreted his statement in the best way that she could understand.

Bryce tried his very best to stifle his laugh. She really had no idea about what he was talking about. Damn! He's heard stories about people like her but this was the first time he was seeing it. If only she knew that he was a bigger dog, a PREDATOR, She would've reversed that statement in no time.

"I do bite Hera" He muttered in a low voice "And my bite is worse than that of a dog's."

What other bite is worse than that of a dog? She thought to herself. Is he probably making reference to another animal?

Bryce placed the coffee on his lips and took a sip. He moaned with his eyes closed.

"It tastes good. Best coffee I've ever had." He commends.

"I simply just made it as you told me."

He stood up from the bed after placing the coffee on the stool beside him as he made his way towards her in slow strides. He stopped a few feet away from her so that he doesn't scare her off. "I want to apologize properly for kissing you yesterday." "I'm sorry too sir" she said "For slapping you on your cheeks." She added in her usual soft voice.

"Are we even now?"

"All even sir"

"And please stop with the 'sir' will you? It's Bryce. At least you can call me that when we're alone." He cautioned.

What does he mean by that statement? Does he have plans of being alone with her? Cause she obviously doesn't.

"Does this mean that we're on great terms now?"

"It means that we're friends sir...I mean Bryce" she corrected herself.

Bryce laughed out loud till his stomach hurts. FRIENDS?? Seriously. He doesn't make friends with women. He woos them and fucks them till they cum on his dick.

Besides, friendship was the last thing he had in mind. He wanted her. The only reason he's going through all this trouble of apologizing is because he wanted her close to him. And another reason why he's been so patient taking his time with her is because she was from a convent. Dammit!! I thought you said that you don't do nuns. Well, I wouldn't if one who wasn't as sexy as an angel from a convent showed up in his house as a fucking maid. He thought to himself.

Man! He's screwed. In the worst way possible.

Hera looked at him intently. She was wondering what was going through his mind at the moment.

"You seriously want to be friends with me?" He asked incredulously.

She hesitated a bit before she spoke "If it's okay with you" her eyes were glued to the ground.

Well, if it's friendship she wanted then it's friendship she's going to get. "Alright then."

He moved a step closer to her, sealing the remaining bridge between them.

"Wh-What are you doing sir?" She asked moving backwards till her back hit the closed door.

Bryce brought his head closer to her face as he stared down at her.

Hera squirmed as his hot breath fanned her cheeks.

"You wanted to be friends with me right?" He asked "Let's seal that friendship now shall we?" He continued when she doesn't respond.

"This isn't right" she murmured.

"Let me be the judge of that"

Before Hera could assimilate what he meant, he tilted her face upwards and his mouth crashed down to hers.

Bryce drunk from her lips like a thirsty man who was drinking from a gourd of water that was presented to him.

He promised not to kiss her but yet each taste of her felt better than the last time.

A small moan escaped from Hera's mouth and that was his undoing.

Her eyes snapped shut as his tongue mated with hers in a fiery kiss that seemed to set her whole body on fire.

Somewhere inside her, there was deep need and longing.

The feeling was all new for her and she doesn't understand why her body was acting the way it did.

Why was she aching for more even when it felt wrong.

"This is nothing but pure lust Hera." Her voice echoed inside her head. She needed to stop him from kissing her. It took all her will-power to push him away and when she did, she rushed out of his bedroom.