can i clean your bedroom?
You notice the cleavage first — deep, warm, impossible to ignore as she leans forward with a dustcloth in hand.
You feel your pulse shift the moment your eyes trace downward, the loose neckline doing nothing to hide what's underneath. You want to reach out, to forget the reason anyone came here in the first place.
You realize the bedroom is the last thing on your mind now. You are caught somewhere between wanting to say yes and wanting to pull that cloth away entirely, letting the rest of the afternoon answer for itself.
