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"Good morning, Madam Kira."
"Good morning, Daniel. This is your maid, she'll help you clean your room."
"Okay, Madam Kira. You can leave."
As Madam Kira stepped out, two maids entered and began tidying.
Daniel leaned against the wall, watching. "Can you at least introduce yourselves?"
They froze.
"My name is Tiffany."
"And I'm Tracy," the second said, giving him a quick bow before adding sarcastically, "Now, can we continue working, or do you have more questions?"
Daniel smirked at the bite in her tone, but waved his hand. "Go ahead."
Still, his eyes betrayed him—every chance he got, they wandered back to Tracy.
When the maids finished and prepared to leave, Daniel's voice cut through the air. "Tiffany."
She turned, thrilled at being noticed. "Yes, sir?"
"You can go. She stays."
Tracy blinked. "Me?"
"Yes, you."
Tiffany bowed stiffly and left, annoyance in every step.
Tracy crossed her arms. "So? What do you want?"
"I want you to show me around."
"You can ask Tiffany to do that." Her jaw tightened.
"No. I want you."
"I don't have time for this," she snapped. "I still need to water the flowers, cut the leaves, and I haven't even eaten yet. Tiffany can show you around." She turned to leave, but his hand caught her shoulder.
Her reaction was instant. She grabbed his wrist, twisted, and pinned him to the ground in one fluid motion.
Daniel stared up at her, stunned. How the hell is she this strong?
"Can you release me?" he said, both annoyed and impressed. "Aren't you supposed to obey my orders? Yet here you are, pinning me."
Tracy blinked, startled at herself, and quickly let go. "Sorry… it's just a reflex. I don't like being touched."
Daniel stood, brushing himself off, his lips quirking. "Don't worry. But you're still showing me around."
"Not until I eat," she muttered.
Just then, the doorbell rang. A line of maids filed in, carrying trays of food. They set the table before disappearing.
"Wow… so much food." Tracy's eyes widened, the aroma making her stomach rumble.
Daniel caught the sound and smirked. "Why don't you eat with me?"
Her head snapped up. "Really?"
Something twisted in his chest. Weird. Usually, women throw themselves at me. Why does she feel… different?
They sat together. Tracy dug in without hesitation. "Mmm, this is delicious."
Daniel didn't touch his plate at first. He just watched her—watched how she closed her eyes, moaning softly at each bite. Heat coiled in him, his body reacting in ways he didn't expect.
"Do you always… moan when you eat?" he asked.
She blushed faintly but shrugged. "No. But this food is too good. I can't help it."
He clenched his jaw, trying to suppress the ache building inside him. If she moans again, I'm going to kiss her.
She lifted another bite. "Ahh, this is so—"
He snapped. In one swift move, he pulled her into his lap, his hand gripping her waist. His mouth crushed against hers in a fierce, passionate kiss.
Tracy froze, wide-eyed. Nobody had ever kissed her like this. His lips demanded, devoured, while a groan escaped him—fuck—into her mouth. She tasted too sweet, too addictive.
When he finally let go, both of them gasped for breath.
"You!!!" she stammered, face flushed. "Big baddie! Who gave you permission to kiss me?!"
He smirked, but before he could answer, she stomped on his foot.
"Ouch!"
Snatching a bowl of meat, she darted toward the door.
At the threshold, she glanced back, cheeks burning. "I'm still angry at you, big baddie!"
Then she bolted.
Daniel chuckled, rubbing his sore foot. Hmph. I like her. I like the way she fights me.
💞 Tracy & Mirabel Unit 💞
Tracy ran straight to the garden, still flustered. She touched her lips, muttering, "That big baddie…"
Spotting Mirabel, she quickly joined her, setting the bowl of meat down.
"Mirabel!" she called, plopping beside her. "Here—have some."
"How's your day?" Mirabel asked gently.
"Just normal. Yours?"
"Mine's… so, so bad," Mirabel thought silently, though she forced a small smile. "How about yours, Tracy?"
"Good," Tracy muttered. But in her head, she groaned, My day is much worse… that big baddie kissed me.
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