It is evening, you are at your study, looking through the ledgers whose pages were inked with the monthly expenditure and profit of your family's estate.
It's been several months when your Lord Uncle perished due to bloody fever, leaving you with the inheritance of the familial lands. A surprise to be sure, you had expected there were many more appropriate gentlemen amidst your kin more suitable for the role of landed Gentry, and yet your uncle had deemed you his main heritor
You cannot help compliment your uncle, he was a man with a good mind for stewardship, if you had just half of his wisdom than you wouldn't be left wanting for the rest of your life.
You hear the echoing sound of knocking on oak wood
You get up, walking over towards the door, opening it.
In front of you was one of the maids of the household, your uncle only had staff of around five and this one was the youngest.
She was a women of pale skin, dark luscious hair, haunting cerulean eyes and a curious Eurasian look to her that all the more made her beautiful.
Her eyes widen, she bows deeply.
"L-Lord Anon, f-forgive my intrusion." You wave her off, no need to be so formal.
"Miss Kronii correct? What brings you here?" You can't help but deny it, though she may be a commoner and to some circles a mestizo, she was a very attractive woman.
"M-Mrs Achan told me to clean up the study. Thank Goodness I had the right mind to knock or else I would've disturbed you." She was still new to this, you'd wager she was only around your age and you were quiet young by the standards of your peers.
"Don't be so anxious, Miss Kronii, you may enter and do as the head maid instructed, it won't be a bother." You swing the door more open, bowing as you let the young lady do her business.
She blushes a bit, broom and feather duster at hand.
You wait for her to enter and begin the dusting before you return to your desk, continuing your accountancy.
To her credit she was very quiet and hardworking, trying her best not to to disturb your with any significant amount of noise.
You were already finished 10 minutes in, you spend the rest of her time watching her work.
You decide to go for it, you remain an unmarried man, it would not be so scandalous if you were to do this.
You quietly sneak up towards her, her mind engrossed with dusting off the bust of one of your ancestors.
"Miss Kronii." She jumps a bit at the close proximity of your voice, too surprised to even meet your face.
"I apologize for my impropriety." You place a hand on her right thigh, squeezing the ample flesh.
"M-My Lord!" She gasps out at your lewd touch, there were many advantages of the higher strata. One of them was how much leeway you had with the commons, though you weren't going to go that far, aiming for such simple lechery.
You slide your errant hand more forward, her tremoring body rested against you, shuddering at your scandalous touch.
You reach the front, and are surprised by sensation of long strands of hair touching your fingertips.
"Miss Kronii? You seem to be underdressed." You teasingly whisper into her ear, your other hand was about to fondle a breast.
"My Lord...please." She whimpers out like a kicked dog, begging you.
You regain your senses, immediately retracing your offending hands.
She turns her head towards you, you can see the droplets in the edges of her eyes, the fearful frown on her lips.
You bow, very deeply.
"I sincerely apologize, I have no idea what came over me." You say with honesty, you were no longer hellion deprived of responsibility wreaking havoc in Africa and India, you were a man of the gentry.
"I will discuss the matter of your pay with Mrs Achan, you will be compensated for my shameless behavior." You look up to her with seriousness, you need to learn how to act the proper gentlemen.
Her earlier terror has subsided, replaced by a guarded smile.
"N-No issues my Lord, just...." She starts touching the tips of her index fingers together.
"I-If that is what my Lord wishes, you should observe some proper etiquette first and ask a Lady for permission. She may even have the mind to reciprocate." She blushes, a hint of a lewd smile on her face.
You grin.
"Of course Miss." You take her hand, planting a kiss on it.
This was going to be the start of a torrid love affair.

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Pub: 07 Sep 2021 07:49 UTC
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