The Maid Who Shouldn't Be Here
Julian blinked.
His eyes lingered for half a second.
Then another.
Then—
The girl gave a small, graceful bow.
"Hello, Young Master Julian."
A whisper, really - her words slipped out like silk, steady in a way that hinted at practiced lines and hidden stages.
A slight tilt came to Julian's head.
"Hi there," said Julian, his voice bright.
A grin slowly spread across his face.
Finally.
There's a pretty maid at home.
This - what you see here - is how things go when money stacks high and looks turn heads.
Flickering gold, his eyes traced her without effort - slow on the surface, yet cutting deep.
[Lucky me… this girl is really something.]
[And her breasts are that big…]
[I wonder if walking around all day with those things makes her tired.]
Standing in front of him, Lina Ashford's lips twitched ever so slightly.
She pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose and looked at him calmly.
