Chapter 10: Room ServiceDays pass and Jaime attempts nothing. I keep waiting for him to grab me or call me out on my teasing, but the most he does is touch my chin when I’m on my knees in the morning, and occasionally he’ll step closer while I’m knotting his tie. He watches me as much as I watch him, and we alternate back and forth all day. I can’t decide if I like the mornings or evenings better, now that I get to touch him and feel his body pliant and malleable underneath my hands both at dawn and dusk. Six or seven days a week, I find him requesting a massage, sometimes pre-planned, and other times requested midday for reasons that are unknown and unimportant to me. I’m just happy to be there, even when I have to miss serving his lunch in order to attend my lessons.
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