What did I do? No…really! What have I done?!
Days. It had been days of him being a statue. Days of me walking on eggshells.
To be honest, I couldn’t remember everything, but for some reason I’d been having this recurring dream that I made a pass at Jafaar. At least I was most certainly hoping that it was a dream. Surely, I would never be so bold.
Oh, God, I pray I was not so bold..
Not like I could ask him anyway. The man was avoiding me like the plague, which only made my chances of this all having been a dream seem worse.
I was anxious as the time came for me to clock out for the day. I had to go upstairs and hand him his lunch.
I almost asked one of the cooks to do it for me, but pride forced to do it myself. Well, that, and the fact that we were slammed in the kitchen today, so I
