Taboo (Erotica Collection)

The Dirty old man 3

The next morning, I woke up at exactly six. I took a bath and dressed in the uniform. I wore my bestest panty because if I bent down, it could be seen completely. I didn't want to wear some granny panty. I wanted him, but not until he made a move. Until then, I would seduce him slowly and let him make the first move. I wore my perfume, fixed my hair, and went downstairs to cook his breakfast.

After cooking everything, I plated it neatly and went to his room to knock and tell him that breakfast was ready. I knocked once, but there was no answer. After the second knock, he answered, "What?"

I was a little disappointed by his rude voice. "Sir, breakfast is ready."

"Good. I will be there."

I nodded and went downstairs to clean the kitchen. While I was cleaning the fridge and figuring out what groceries I needed, I bent down to check the lower shelf. I didn't realize someone had come up behind me. The person standing behind me had a perfect view of me, and somehow, I knew exactly who it was.

I slowly straightened myself, already feeling a little amused. I didn't turn around immediately. I wanted to know how long he would stand there without saying anything. A small smile formed on my lips as I continued pretending to be busy, wondering if Metrio was finally starting to notice me.

He came up behind me while I was still bent down. My heartbeat was so fast that I could hear it in my ears. I suddenly became aware of how close he was standing, and I gripped the fridge a little tighter, trying to act as if I was completely focused on what I was doing.

Then he leaned closer and whispered, "I love young peaches. Make sure to bring them with the groceries."

I gulped. His words caught me completely off guard, and for a moment, I didn't know what to say. I slowly stood straight and turned around suddenly.

The sudden movement caused the coffee in his hand to spill onto my blouse. It wasn't hot, but it was warm enough to make me hiss. I immediately looked down at the stain.

He looked at the stain and then at me. "Sorry," he said immediately.

Before I could respond, he bent down toward the stained part of my blouse, making me freeze for a second. I could feel my face getting warm from the awkwardness of how close he was. I didn't know what he was thinking, and that uncertainty made my heartbeat even faster.

Then suddenly, his phone rang.

He straightened immediately, pulled out his phone, and glanced at the screen. He smiled faintly before looking back at me. Then he said, "I don't like stains on clothes, and I don't like you wearing any other dress than the uniform."

I stared at him, confused.

My blouse had a stain now, and I didn't have another one to change into. I looked down at it before looking back at him.

"What should I do? I don't have another pair," I asked.

He turned toward me again. His gaze lingered on me, burning with lust, and for a moment, I didn't know what to make of his expression.

Then he said, "You can wear a bra with that."

I blinked, completely caught off guard by his answer.

Before I could ask anything else, he simply turned around and left.

I stood there silently beside the open refrigerator, looking down at the coffee stain on my blouse. I was still confused by what had just happened, but one thing was becoming clearer with every passing moment—Metrio Ricci was definitely not as simple as I had first thought.