Seducing my cold Alpha boss

Chapter 18

Clara's pov

“Have you prepared my bath?”

Alpha Killian asked as I helped him undress.

“Really? Did you–”

“I already have your favourite wine bottle being chilled right now, scented candles lit, essential oils–”

“Alright, it's alright…no need to talk my ear off.” He paused, “Good job,” he said it quickly, like the compliment was something bitter he had to get out of his mouth as soon as possible.

I have been working as his personal maid for over 2 months now, and with that, I had attuned myself to his needs and attended to them before he even asked.

Back when he first hired me, I thought that there was something…unprofessional festering between the two of us. But maybe that was just my imagination. A week after I reunited with Lucas, he suddenly became distant.

Not rude or anything, but it just felt like the rug had been pulled from right under my feet, and there was this invisible line drawn between the two of us. A line that both parties had been ignoring at first, and now he wanted to reprint it.

Sometimes…well I'm not sure if it's just my imagination or not.

But sometimes it feels like he was staring at me from the corner of my eye, and when I looked towards his direction, his eyes were anywhere else but on me.

After a while, I told myself that I was just imagining it.

I told myself that all the other nice things that I have been over exaggerating in my head we're just stuff that he would have done for any of his employees and I was the one making a big deal out of it.

Yep, probably so.

By the time he was fully undressed, I took his clothes over to me the laundry basket and went to attend to him in the bathroom as well.

I had seen his nudity so often now, watched his muscle rippled with pure power and carved like a marble statue. It was quite a sight every time losed , but I had told myself not to lear and gawk like a pervert.

My fingers quickly rolled up the sleeves of my maid uniform as I approached him, his tube wasn't attached to the wall but built like a firm ceramic bowl so that I could move around as I washed him.

“I'll be having a party soon,” he said out of the blue, “nothing quite grand just a little get together with some high ranking wolves…I want you to prepare yourself beforehand, you can't act around them the way you act around me,”

I brushed over his chest, soap suds forming quickly.

“What do you mean by that?” I asked curiously.

“Exactly this,” he said, suddenly turning around and holding my wrist, his grip was slippery because of the soap and water but still as firm as they could manage to be in this circumstance.

“Don't be anything else, both professional, some of the men I'm inviting, only think with their lower parts. Honestly they're not deserving of their titles…and I've tried giving it to other people only for them to prove to be the same,” he returned back to his former position, “if any of them make you uncomfortable tell me immediately, I will not celebrate their promiscuity under my own roof,”

I smiled despite myself.

But it got tight quickly.

Why did he have to do silly things like this? Whenever I thought he was finally drawing that complete professional boundary between the two of us, he would just say something or do something like this that would completely disabilize me.

I was just a servant.

My opinion shouldn't mean anything to him.

And yet it did.

He also made sure that I knew, that he cared…my heart was beginning to race but I calmed it down which seemed like a waste of time because he almost immediately stepped out of the shower and catapulted it back to that same intense speed.

I was whipping him off while trying to ignore the bobbing attention of his lower regions.

“Maybe you should be taken more cold showers, Alpha Killian…” I said without thinking, and my full face flushed.

He looked at me with something that borderd between embarrassment and annoyance.

“This is only a natural biological reaction in my body to a woman touching me. There's no need to make a big fuss about it,” he explained without meeting my eyes.

The truth was that I had never really asked if bathing him to this extent was really part of my job description, I told myself that I would, but I would only end up clamping up once more every time I stood in front of him.

“It must be uncomfortable though,” I said understandingly, then came closer, using up my reserves of bravery.

“Perhaps I can help…”I said, voice raspy.

His eyes bulge slightly, and so did something else.

“Do you know exactly what you're offering right now? You shouldn't test someone like that.. I would –”

I knelt in front of him.

“It's the duty of a maid to serve and take care of her boss, so it's only natural that they should fall under my responsibilities as well,” now I knew I was talking out of my rear but he wasn't the only one who was being tormented between his legs.

Stripping him myself, running my hands through his firm strong body with the sponge had its effects on me too. There was no doubt about it at all.

Both of us were at our limits. Before we did something more crazy than this, wouldn't it be better to satisfy our urges?

“I have to get to work soon,” He said it like he wasn't interested, but his not so little friend was telling me otherwise.

I wrapped my fingers as far as they could go around his length, then began to rhythmically stroke.

He arched his back a bit, closing his eyes as a grunt pushed past his lips.