Clara’s pov
The mansion was extra quiet without Martha, so quiet I'm sure you could hear a pin drop.
We were alone.
At first my heart cradled sadness then I blinked and it transformed into anticipation, my breath becoming a little rough around the edges, fingers scrambling all over my body as I stole looks at my boss.
I knew he was coming for me.
How and when were the only questions.
“Make me some tea,” he said stiffly once we went through the door going back into boss mode, the atmosphere was now professional and the dampness between my legs were not.
“What?” I spluttered out kind of stupidly, my head was so far in the gutter I felt like I had been violently flung back to reality with his words.
“Clara, you know I'm not fond of repeating myself. Did you really not hear me the
