CHAPTER 4
“Thank you.” Min-Jun paid the driver and got out of the car. As he reached the gate leading to the house, he rang the intercom and waited for an answer.
This time he didn’t have to wait long. The voice through the intercom greeted him soon after: “Good morning, Mr. Han! You can come in.”
Min-Jun pushed, but at this point he knew he needed to push harder. The gate opened and he walked in, carefully closing it behind him. He walked towards the house and just like yesterday, Elena came out to greet him.
“Good morning!” Min-Jun gave her a small smile; Elena returned it. As they entered the house she asked, “Did you eat? Are you hungry?”
“I already ate thanks.”
“You don’t need to be shy. And if you need something, don’t hesitate to ask.”
“Thank you.”
They headed to the room with cleaning supplies, and Elena opened the closet. She took a hanger with the maid uniform and handed it to him saying: “You’ll be changing here when you arrive and before leaving. I’m giving you five minutes to change. This one should fit you.”
When the door closed behind him, Min-Jun looked at the uniform.
It was a short black silk dress with a clean white apron.
White lace adorned the bottom of the hem and around the neck was a white collar.
It was short sleeved, simple, and charming, but not a piece of clothing he was willing to wear under normal circumstances.
But these were not normal conditions, right?
He stared at the dress and sighed. He doesn’t have much money left; he barely paid for a taxi. He can’t afford to lose another job.
“I hope I won’t be laughed at,” he muttered to himself as he began changing.
He decided to give it a chance, but if he found out that this was their plan to embarrass and humiliate him, then he would leave.
When he started putting it on, he thought it would take him a little more than five minutes, but he was surprised that he had mastered it quickly.
There was a mirror next to the hanger, so Min-Jun stood in front of it to see what he looked like.
It didn’t seem too bad overall, but he was bothered by the fact that he felt too naked.
Mostly because of his bare legs. He noticed that Elena had left him some tights too, so he decided to put them on.
“It can’t be any more humiliating than it already is.” He opened the package and noticed that the tights were actually thigh-highs. Min-Jun sighed and put them on, and they indeed reached halfway up his thighs, only just above the knee.
Min-Jun looked in the mirror again and groaned.
“What the hell am I doing?” he muttered under his breath, but surprisingly he felt some kind of excitement creeping up on him.
He noticed he looked kind of sexy like this, although he wasn’t willing to admit it to himself.
He bit his lip as he looked up and down his feminine-looking figure.
He turned to one side then on the other to check himself out.
From the back of his mind a thought arose: All that’s missing now it’s my sexy underwear. His cock stiffened. Shit! Why am I thinking about it?
Just when he remembered that Elena was probably going to return at any second, he heard a knock at the door.
“I’m dressed,” Min-Jun spoke and the door opened.
“Try these and see if they fit you.” Elena handed him a pair of black ballerina flats.
Min-Jun wanted to protest, but he knew it would be pointless. Surprisingly the ballerinas fitted him well, and as he pulled both shoes on, he thought of Cinderella. He rolled his eyes at his imaginative brain, annoyed with himself, and got to his feet.
“Well, well. Good. Good.” Elena looked at him approvingly and nodded.
She seemed a bit amused but didn’t say anything inappropriate.
“Alright, so…” Min-Jun noticed that the woman was holding something that looked like a list. “Here. We have everything written that needs to be done in each room and in what order. I’ll try to explain in short. ”
***
Another maid joined them while Elena explained the details. Her lips stretched into a smile when her eyes landed on him, and Min-Jun cursed inwardly.
“You’re free to start. Take this paper with you. You’ll need it. I’ll be in my office, but Elsie will be around to assist you,” Elena added, turned and left.
“Okay.” Min-Jun folded the paper and put it in his pocket, and they headed towards the stairs.
They entered one of the bedrooms, and Min-Jun looked around, not sure where they should start.
When Elsie spoke up, “This is Mr. Wilton’s bedroom.
We need to change the bedding each day; open the windows and dust every corner of the room.
Mr. Wilton is allergic to dust and has asthma, so he prefers his room to be fresh and clean every day.
Also, while you clean, make sure you return everything in place.
Mr. Wilton prefers to have all things in order. ”
Min-Jun nodded.
Doing all the needed steps, they changed the linen. Elsie went into the hallway to get the vacuum cleaner while Min-Jun finished tidying the bed. On another bedside table, he found an empty condom wrapper. He froze in place.
The old man is still active, huh?
He grimaced and took the wrapper between two fingers, just enough to lift it and entered the bathroom in search of a trash can. He felt relieved when he found it and washed his hands as if he’d got rid of a highly contaminated object.
Elsie handed him a vacuum cleaner and went to clean the bathroom. “When you finish, join me.”
“Of course.”
When they cleaned the bedroom with the bathroom, Elsie said in front of the doors of the next room, “This is Mr. Wilton’s office. You go and mop the floor; I’m going to vacuum the hall. When you finish, leave it to dry then go back to wipe the dust.”
“Okay,” Min-Jun nodded, feeling a tremor course through his body. Suddenly he realized he still hadn’t met the owner of the house.
There’s no need to be nervous.
He took a deep breath and knocked on the heavy surface two times, then wondered if it was really necessary. Maybe Mr. Wilton wasn’t at home. But still, Min-Jun felt it was needed.
“Come in,” he heard the male voice call.
Without a second thought, Min-Jun grabbed the door handle and turned. He pushed the door open, and when he stepped in, he wasn’t ready to see what was on the other side.
Sitting at the desk in the room was a man, much younger than Min-Jun expected, and much different than he imagined him to look like. His blond hair was combed back, and his blue eyes looked back at him and when they locked with his, Min-Jun’s breath caught in his throat.
This was the most handsome man he’d ever laid his eyes on.
Min-Jun’s knees buckled, making him self-conscious.
Fuck.
“Good day, Mr. Wilton... I... I just came to mop the floor.” Min-Jun tried his best not to stutter, but his voice gave him away.
The man ran his eyes over his figure without blinking, and before speaking, Min-Jun could swear he noticed a smirk.
“Good day to you too. So, you’re our new maid, hm?”
Min-Jun tried to keep his face devoid of any emotion and replied simply, “Yes.”
“Come in. You can pretend I’m not here.”
Min-Jun closed the door and put the mop on the floor.
He began his task, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was being watched.
He desperately tried to act like Mr. Wilton wasn’t in the room, but his skin was prickling under the clothes.
With every move, and every passing second, Min-Jun’s heart beat faster and faster.
And when he got close to the man, and the man’s intoxicating cologne hit his nostrils, Min-Jun thought he might faint.
What’s happening to me?
He thought it was primarily because of how fast he was trying to clean the floor, and not to make it obvious that he wanted to disappear from the man’s sight as soon as possible.
Only when he finished did he dare to look back at his boss. “I’m done sir. I’m leaving it to dry.”
“Sure.” Mr. Wilton looked back at him, and Min-Jun noticed his lips stretch into a smile, and his heart skipped a beat.
Min-Jun hurriedly left the room. Once he was hidden behind the closed door, he breathed a sigh of relief only to realize he was hard in his underwear.
I’m screwed.
***
Aidan had to admit to himself that he was amused when the young man appeared in his office dressed in the woman’s maid uniform. He was glad that the boy had accepted his fate.
The best thing was that the dress fit him perfectly, making him look even more beautiful than he already was, even delicate in a way. As far as Aidan was concerned, he would never allow him to wear another uniform. He planned to talk with Elena about it later.
Having a hot male maid cleaning around the house wasn’t a bad idea after all, Aidan thought to himself feeling another wave of arousal hit him. He stirred in his chair and licked his lips when a smirk formed on his face.
Also... His cute Asian accent… And his sweet voice… Fuck.