The phone woke him up the following morning, it was Gina. He felt a bit hungover, despite drinking so little. He found himself on his bed, naked. He had a very uncomfortable hard-on as he answered the phone. 

“Baby?” He said with a sore throat. 

“How are you doing, love?” Gina said, she sounded amused. 

He tried to settle his cock away, “Good! Good.” He cleared his throat, “How are you doing baby? Everything okay over there?” 

“Yeah,” Gina said, he could hear her almost giggling, “Just having a little fun, what about you baby?” 

Julian tried to shake himself awake, “Uhm, yeah. Silvia and I are doing great. But, uhm, she just quit her job… I’m a bit worried about her.”

Gina giggled again, “Oh no, is that so? Does she seem down? Unhappy about it?” 

He got up and started to find his clothes to get dressed, phone in his hand, “No, not really, no.”

“Then why are you worrying about it?” Gina said. 

“It’s just…” he tried to find the words despite the brain fog, “She wants to stay over a little longer, she might still be here by the time you come back. She wants to try cooking and-”

“That’s marvelous, I can’t wait to see her when I come back home.” Gina said, “Just let her do what she wants. I’ll be back home a little sooner, might be back home by Christmas morning.” 

“But-” he thought back to last night, the way she was looking at him. Her eyes roamed his chest, the way she bit her lip.

And then the memory of Silvia’s first night home popped into his mind. He never thought she saw him that way. 

But he couldn’t stop thinking about it, the way she laid there spreading her legs, moaning his name. 

“Honey?” Gina’s voice pulled him back, “Everything okay?” 

“Yeah, yeah. It’s just this weird hum, you know? Remember I told you about it?”

“Is it still going, love? You haven’t found the source have you?” 

“No, not yet,” he said scratching the stubs of his beard. 

“Then you shouldn’t really worry about it, just let it slide, and let Silvia do whatever she wants.” 

“Yeah, I know, you are right.” Julian sighed and stretched his back, “Just let it slide and let Silvia do whatever she wants. You are right darling.”

“Hey, I gotta go back, loved talking with you. See you soon, mwah, mwah, mwah, lots of kisses my love.”

Julian smiled, “Sending you kisses too, sweetheart.” 

The line went dead and Julian was left alone with his thoughts for a moment. 

He had tried to keep it together, not making it awkward around Silvia, but since that morning, things had definitely changed. He caught himself thinking of her lips, staring at her hips and ass. The memory of that day kept coming back, it was so easy to recall the color of her nipples, the color of her pussy, and how wet she was. Her erotic voice called his name. 

His cock got hard and he groaned.

“I really need to get ready for work.” He told himself and tried to get dressed with his uncomfortable hard-on. 

The moment he walked outside his room he found Silvia was already up and going around, she had already made breakfast and was cleaning the apartment. She was dressed in a similar get-up as the night before, with a skirt that he felt was too short and a top that didn’t really hide her breasts. 

But just like she said, it wasn’t like she hadn’t seen way before. 

He sighed, “Hey,” he said and grabbed his stuff for work, “you got up early today.” 

“Yeah,” Silvia said, bending over the coffee table to dust and clean around it, “I just felt like doing so, now that I don’t have to get ready for work, I kinda have more energy and time. I even got time to get all pretty, do you like it?” 

She made a little curtsy with a wide smile. 

“Yeah,” Julian said nervously, she looked too sensual to be cleaning around the house, “you look good in that.”

Silvia was beaming, it seemed like every little compliment made her extremely happy, “Thank you!” She said and went back to cleaning around the TV, Julian tried not to stare, “I sort of went with this live-in-maid idea I had, you know? I mean I don’t have an official maid outfit, but I just went with what I had in mind.”

“Oficial maid outfit?” Julian raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah, you know? I kind of… like… I sort of feel like a maid.”

Julian didn’t know how to take it, the breakfast was amazing, she had made Benedict eggs that were perfect, he didn’t even know they had the ingredients from last night or for this morning. It all seemed a bit too good. He took a bite of his breakfast, there was no plate set up for her, “like a maid?” He said with his mouth still full.

Silvia wiggled her ass a little bit, it was too suggestive, “Yeah, like… pretend, you know?” 

Julian remembered Gina’s words, ‘Just let her do whatever she wants,’ he took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and enjoyed his breakfast trying not to think too much of how little she was wearing. 

He tried to not think about how she sounded so different already. 

Just a few days until Christmas and Gina would be back, just a few days more and everything would be back to normal. 

Julian opened his eyes just as Silvia walked past him, “oh, silly me,” she said, “I didn’t notice how I dropped a little dollop of sauce on the floor,” with that, she bent down at the waist letting Julian catch a glimpse of under her skirt. 

He almost choked on a piece of bread from the shock. 

Silvia got up, went back to the kitchen, and cleaned around. 

He gulped orange juice and rushed to grab his stuff, “I’m gonna leave for work already, see you soon, love you, bye!” 

The mental image was burned into his head and his cock kept trying to leap from his pants, he was sure that Silvia was wearing a buttplug as she was cleaning around the house? How long had she been wearing that? He didn’t know she was like that? Did she buy it recently? Had she always been that kinky? 

And most importantly… why did he want to bend her over the table, pull it out and slide his cock in. He was sure she wouldn’t mind. Silvia would enjoy it, hell, she would probably thank him and beg him for more. 

He shook his head. 

Julian didn’t want to do that. He wasn’t that kind of man, he told himself. He didn’t want to do the same thing that was done to him, he respected Gina, and he loved Gina. And he respected Silvia too much, he…

Fuck! Did he say he loved her before he left for work!? What was with that? He hoped she didn’t make any ideas about it. 

As he took the bus, he tried to push those thoughts away, to the back of his head, to focus on work and the day ahead.