My hands grow clammy around the mop stick and my heart skips a beat, and some. Regardless of how many times I tell myself he’s just Zefiro, he’s just a man, I’ll just clean and get the f**k out of here, my lungs won’t function properly. It is the anxiety, the fear, the excitement, and my chest thuds with force as I hear his deep voice flit through the door, smooth, even and pleasant, even if I can’t make out the words he says.
Get it over with, Susanna.
I twist the knob, glancing at my ugly black shoes, stark against the pristine marble floors. “A-Adrianna said…Lucia…” Liquid heat courses through me, stealing my thoughts as I feel the intensity of his stare burn into my cheek. I clear my throat, swallowing spit. “I’ll be cleaning your study today. Sir.”
No response, none to me, at least
