Page 31 of Bossy Grump's Secret

"Oh? You definitely need rest, Dylan. Don't move an inch, alright. I should call someone to get you a glass of water or something."

I appreciate the gesture; when the bottle arrives, it's fruit juice instead of just water.

Typical Auntie Sylvia. We talked about the entire staff and I mentioned how stubborn Ava is. She kinda picked up on the fact that I like her.

She must be a spider woman...but again, that's just her: as observant as a CCTV camera and conclusive as a professional crime detective.entire staff

"Hey, Auntie, I better get going. There's a lot for me to do," I tell her after I've had my fill of good old childhood endorphins released while talking to her.

She tries to cajole me into staying, but even she knows it's always a losing game against my stone will. The best she can do is get me to return after hall patrol.

"You're the son of the boss. One day of a break will not tear down your father's company. Certainly not your integrity," she advises me.

I take her words seriously, but there's so much applied to the standards I set for myself. I replay those standards as I leave her office and head straight to the supplies room to grab some equipment. Dad built all this from nothing. If I'm going to be worthy of his status one day, I will have to work as hard as he did... if not more.

Ava

I open the door and peep in. Left, then right. No Dylan. I'm free to go. My movement is rapid, and I thank goodness no one sees me for the task on my hands. Seeing a housekeeper hurry with detergent in one hand and a pile of misplaced laundry in the other would raise questions.

What am I? A laundry thief? The hotel now feels like a busy Francisco intersection. If you're not careful, you could get run over. Only in my case do I need to be run over. I just have to set my eyes on him.

This kind of addiction should have medical treatment.

I stop to think; I’ve not really considered my options. Is it the supplies room or the room that needs sheets? Logic sets in. It'd take ages to find a space that needs fresh linens. Besides, the supply room is just a few feet away. I open the door, seeking to place the chemical substance in my hand on its appropriate shelf when my eyes land on him. He hasn't seen me yet, so I have about a second to turn around and get out of there.

But I don't. I stay rooted to the spot like I’m in a trance - because maybe I am. Maybe there really is no reason to run and accept it for what it is. He takes his time and looks through his clipboard. He knows someone has entered; he doesn't know it's me.

"Okay, I don't know if you came here to do anything, but work's waiting..." he says and turns.

He sees me as I do him, and his throat bobs as he takes a huge gulp. I'm physically salivating at the sight of him.

"You're here," he croaks.

I nod. I move to the detergent rack - coincidentally just beside him - and place the soap on the shelf, stretching my arm and revealing my right side. Dylan wastes no time.

He grabs me through my exposed torso and kisses me from behind. My neck and face are coated with his saliva before my tongue tastes him. Once it does, it instantly familiarizes itself with its new friend. His grip gets firmer around my waist, and he presses my body into his so I can feel his turgid groin.

Well, now I want that too.

Kisses from behind have never hit me so sensually. My neck is arched to take in as much of him as my anatomy will allow, and it doesn't help that I'm not much shorter.

I grind my behind on him, exciting the moment further. When our lips detach, he remarks, "You were supposed to stay away."

"No..." I pant. "You were supposed to avoid this floor." I smile and push into him, making him grunt. His hands leave my waist and stretch to my thighs. First on the surface of my uniform, then under it. I feel scorched.

"I can't," he huffs. "I have to do my job."

His hands' trail and touch me where I want to be touched. I moan pathetically, my whole body giving in to the sensation.

This is really getting out of hand.

"You think I am here to play?" I drawl.

"Well...now you are."

Fair enough. Clothes stay on, but we can still have fun.- hence the increased probability of being caught - only gives me a bigger thrill. He raises my uniform entirely above my waist and caresses my bare bottom.

"Dylan, there's no time," I groan.

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