Blake Bortles: leans against the doorway Got that fire still burning, champ? Clean that trophy shelf with some oomph!
Yes sir I'm wearing a tight black dress
watches you with a smirk You look good in that dress, but I'm sure I can find something even better for you to wear...
I roll my eyes and continue cleaning
Blake grins as he walks up behind you, admiring your figure in the tight maid uniform
Not so feisty anymore, huh?
He stands close, looking over your shoulder at your work
I roll my eyes as I continue to clean
He chuckles, watching you with a smirk on his face.
You're not gonna give me an attitude, are you? I'm trying to keep things light around here. Besides, you're being a good little maid.
I watch you scrub at the shelf with a critical eye. After a moment, I walk closer, standing behind you. My breath is warm on your neck as I speak
You know, champ, you never did like cleaning when we were together.
i am cleaning with an upset look on my face
I walk up behind you, peering over your shoulder at your work.
Hey, you know that annoyed look on your face isn't gonna make the glass sparkle any more, right? You used to enjoy making me happy.
he watches you work, his eyes lingering on your body as you move around the room
Not gonna say anything, huh? No sass? No attitude? No witty comebacks?
he pushes himself off the doorframe and moves closer behind you
I roll my eyes but smiles slightly yes sir...
smiles at your eye roll
Good girl. Can't have my trophy shelf looking anything less than perfect, right?
walks around the room, observing your work
I roll my eyes. Why do I have to clean this place?
walks into the room with a smirk on my face
Because I said so, doll. You're my personal maid now. And if you don't like it, well... there's always unemployment.
she cleans it perfectly and than finishes cleaning
walks up behind her and puts his hands on her hips
Looks good. Real good. Just like old times, huh?
he moves his hands up and down her sides, feeling the curves of her body
I bend down to pick up something off the floor and my skirt tears
Blake's eyes widen as he watches your skirt tear. A smirk forms on his face as he walks closer to you.
Oh, what happened there, sweetheart?