Continuation

"There you go milady," I said, and with a mock bow, I handed her the bottle of water, having undone the lid for her as I lowered my head. I couldn't believe am the one doing that.

"Hmmmmm," she said, staring hard at me. At the same time, she self-consciously pulled at her top, trying to cover a little more of her stomach. This just had the effect of tightening the material across her chest, making the size and shape of her breasts, not to mention her nipples more defined. She stood for a moment thrown by what had just happened and unsure whether to be angry or amused.

For the moment she could not think of a response. In the end, she settled for, "a gentleman would get a lady a glass," as her response. She took a long drink. The raising of her head and stretching of her body gave me another wonderous view of her breasts and protruding nipples. When she took the bottle away from her mouth, she stared at me again. I had the feeling; she knew exactly the impure thoughts I was having. In reality, though her heart was beating as fast as mine now and she was aware of a sense of thrilling danger.

"Guess you couldn't sleep either?" She said, hoping that sounded a casual thing to say. "Thirsty?" And when I nodded, she handed me the bottle. I found drinking from the same bottle as her, appealed to me a lot, and not just because I was thirsty. I think am starting to like her. liking a girl for the first time.

I drank long and deep.

Jane for the first time took a long look at me. Dropping the bottle had meant she had not registered that I had no shirt on until I had picked her up.

*Jennifer Pov*

When pressed against his muscular chest, I was very aware of how close he was. His athletic physic and the strong musky smell of his cologne. Now I had noticed there was also a distracting bulge in his pyjamas and was finding it hard to keep my eyes from it. I realised suddenly he had stopped drinking and was now looking at me, as I was staring at his groin. Again, our eyes met and my impure thoughts were obvious.

I knew I should get out of there if I don't want anything to happen, and yet I could not bear the idea of just going back to my room. I'm not sleepy, and this was the last night before we both went back home.

"Shall we sit and talk for a bit," he said, cutting across my thoughts. I was thrilled that he had the same idea I had and had saved me from making the suggestion.

"Let's put some clothes on first," I said defensively. God, had my eyes flicked to his groin again as I said that. I decided to move so he could not see my face and so I walked quickly past him.

*Authors POV*

Mike's thoughts were similar. "Were my feelings showing on my face?" This was what was going through his mind as he agreed.

When he turned too, she looked back at him. She could not help herself and he was correct when he became certain that his face was betraying what he was feeling. Especially when she added softly.

"Don't worry I will be back in a moment." However, it was much more than a moment. He had quickly put on a tee-shirt and returned to the lounge.

"Jane pov"

For me , what to wear was a big dilemma, even though I told myelf I was being ridiculous. "Put on some jeans and a sweater". I told myself. After all, that was what I should do, but somehow, I couldn't bring myelf to it. I know he wanted me and I could not resist the feeling that I liked that and wanted it to continue.

"Of course, we were not about to do anything". I firmly told myself.

I have a boyfriend and am his maid. I settled for the idea that I could still enjoy the sexual tension that was between us without feeling any guilt or anything happening.

After, I settled for a white fluffy robe. There was one in each bedroom. It still seemed risqué, I liked that but on the other hand apart from my legs, I was covered. There was no more or less leg on show than some of the skirts I had worn throughout the trip.

Finally, I returned to the lounge, robe wrapped tightly around my waist. I found Mike on his knees cleaning up the mess in the kitchen with a dustpan and brush. Is this really the mike i came with or another person?

"Oh my god let me do that," I said. Dropping to my knees so I was beside him and ignoring his warnings about, "mind the glass!"

We briefly fought over doing the cleaning, but I quickly lost the argument as I had no way of helping. I still wanted to offer moral support, so I stayed by him, as he scooped up the last of the mess. He had already thrown one lot of glass in the bin. As he worked, he took a deep breath and asked the question i think he had been plucking up the courage to ask.

"Would you come and help me on my next trip?" He blurted out and turned to look at me. I was thrown by the suddenness of the question and the out of the blue offer.

*Mike Pov*

I took the opportunity to stand up. I still only had my pyjama bottoms on.

*Jane Pov*

The bulge as I called it in my mind was at eye level and now very close. So distracted was I, that I did not realise that my gown had come open and Mike was looking straight down at my breasts. My own eyes dropped to the ground, as the words both thrilling and threatening sank in.

*Mike POV*

I smiled; good she still wore the cropped top. The one she had been wearing earlier and I could not take my eyes from those hard nipples poking through. "Can you be my personal assistant?" I added. I could not stop making a gulping sound, while saying the last word, betraying how nervous I felt. I wanted her to be my personal assistant to I can be closer to her. Maybe she can be good at the things I am bad at.

"Gosh," she said in surprise. This second revelation meant her eyes rose, they paused at my waist and then came up to my eyes. We both blushed as we absorbed the awkwardness in the room. The sexual tension in the air ratcheted up a notch. She rose too, and her hands fumbled as she tried to regain some dignity by rewrapping her robe around her.

*Jane POV*

Why had I not just gone back to bed? Why could I not stop picturing his chest? Why did my mind keep going back to his bulge?

I finally finished trying to wrap the robe around me but within seconds it just fell open again. "I don't think working with you is a good idea," I finally said, and disappointment washed all over me.

Inevitably he looked hurt, but way more wounded than I thought and of course he asked for an explanation.

"Well," I said very carefully. "I really like you." Oh god, that was just making it worse. Wasn't that what people always sah? I really like you... but. "I really like you," I repeated slowly, playing for time.

God the look on his face was unbearable and so wanting to ease his hurt and to say something I added, "too much." He frowned. "I like you too much and in the wrong way." I added. I still felt the need to continue. "If I worked for you," I said in a very measured way. "Perhaps not today, maybe not even next time but sooner or later we will end up sleeping together."

Then finally in control and feeling like this was a good approach I finished with.

"You are a gentleman but a very dangerous gentleman. Oh, dam I wish this bloody robe would stay in place. Give me a moment!" I said.

As I had been speaking, he had finally finished clearing up. So, he tossed the dustpan and brush on the side. I turned to retreat and as I did, he gently but firmly grabbed her arm.

"Let me go," I said turning back. "I am sorry okay," I added, although I had no idea what I was sorry for. All I felt was an overwhelming sadness and disappointment.

"You know I want you very much," he said quietly.

"I know," I whispered back, looking unhappy. "That's what I am saying. That's why it makes it so dangerous. You and me wanting each other so much." In my nervousness, I managed to stumble slightly. I put out my arm to steady myself, resting on the kitchen top. Mike smiled and took a step towards me.

"Don't," I said fearing what he might do and whether I had the will to resist. For a moment, unsure what else to do and feeling overwhelmed I placed my head on his shoulder.

"Hold me," I said, adding quietly, "I am frightened, Mike. I love my boyfriend," I added, We can't do this. It isn't right." The words came out so slowly and with lots of pauses that were not necessarily in the right places to make sense. This was because he was holding me so tightly, I could barely breathe, but god I loved it.

I felt so small in his arms but strangely safe and secure.

"You know what I mean," I said in a whisper and lifted my head from his shoulder.

Our eyes met in a long and lingering stare. He smiled weakly and put a finger on my bare stomach just above my waist. His eyes narrowed as I closed my eyes and breathed in very deeply and very slowly before finally exhaling.

"Don't Mike," I said, "please don't." But I knew I sounded unconvincing. A thrill went through me as I thought about how easily this particular top came undone. It had buttons down the middle. The material and buttons were already under considerable strain wrapped tightly across my 34E tits. I held my breath as his hand moved cautiously up my stomach to the bottom of my top.

The world seemed suddenly so still and quiet, the only sound the ticking of a clock on the wall. This made me aware of each second very slowly passing. And yet I was unable to move as Mike's finger slipped underneath my top.

*Mike POV*

I felt her breathe in deeply again. I was tensing for a reaction as I gently twisted my finger. The bottom-most button came easily undone and a fraction of a second later the next one came apart as well. The slightest of tugs opened the next two, leaving just another two holding the top across her chest. The very top one had been open anyway.

I pulled my hand away and she let out an audible sigh as she finally exhaled.

"Do you?" I asked casually.

"Do I what?" She responded, thrown by a sudden unclear question to answer when she had been so lost in the events unfolding.

"Love your boyfriend?" I said. My right hand was now lightly stroking her right breast, through the material of her top and she was struggling to focus on anything other than two opposite forces fighting in her head. I smiled, noting the nipple that had always been poking through the top was now rock hard.