Thread: Maid for You [Prince of Smut & YellowSmoke]

IMG150x178 Florent Guillory Harry, the chauffeur, opened Miriame's door with a soft Voila and Florent patiently waited for his wife to exit before he followed her up the stairs. Girard was already opening the front door for the couple, a smile on the old man's portly face. The butler had served them faithfully for decades and lived down the lane in a small cottage. He spent most of his time managing the staff and the domestic affairs of the estate, including planning dinners and parties. There had been a noticeable drop in those in the last couple years, Florent mused. Monsieur. Madame, Girard said with a slight bow. I believe the new maid has arrived, although La has not brought her by me yet. There was a hint of annoyance in his voice. Of course, many of the part-time maids they had employed had been acquaintances, or even friends, of Girard's wife, so the new live-in maid had not been his idea. He was likely still peeved that La had approached Florent directly on the matter as well. Ah good, don't worry Girard, I'm sure we'll still need to supplement at times, said Florent with a tap of the butler's shoulder. A flash of white to his right caught Florent's eye and he turned to find La approaching with a young girl. The contrast between the two sisters was startling. La was in her maid uniform, a black, knee-length and short-sleeve dress with a white apron and bonnet as traditional and drab as could be. And even when she wasn't in uniform, which seemed rare, her clothes tended to be dark and conservative. La was a pretty girl, Florent had noted on many occasions, but she worked hard to hide the fact and draw attention away from herself. And she was always so cold and formal, like she didn't like people and men in particular. Florent was more used to women fawning over him, flirting and smiling at his every word. La had always left him feeling uneasy, like his charm and masculine appeal was impotent in their interactions. La's sister, Ellie was her name, seemed almost the opposite from first glance. Her dress caught Florent's eye first. It was a white and yellow sundress of a quaint, country style no longer fashionable in Brezins. With bare shoulders and no stockings, her creamy skin filled his eyes and the girl appeared almost half-dressed. Next to her sister's black uniform, she positively shone like a radiant flower. Ellie had the same dark brown hair and eyes as La, and similar features, but she was slightly shorter and her youth was undeniable. La had told him Ellie was seventeen, but she looked barely that with such innocent and large eyes that stared at him with some trepidation. Florent couldn't help a quick glance down her petite body, taking in the modest swells that hinted at her breasts, her slender figure and, lastly, a pair of jarringly adult white high heels at the end of her lithe legs. The simple sight of that mature footwear jolted him into appraising Ellie in a more venal fashion, rather than just admiring a pretty young girl. He snapped his eyes back to her delicate face with a rakish grin. A young girl yes, but old enough to make his loins stir. So innocent, so pure and so young, but those lips were full and pouty and seemed to beg to be kissed. Florent, you old fool, she is less than half your age! Still, the illicit thrill of these naughty thoughts was quite fun. Ahh, Mademoiselle Ellie, said Florent, dimly aware of Miriame heading up the stairs without bothering to introduce herself. One didn't shake hands with a woman in France, you kissed their cheeks. But, Florent had never done that with staff before and strangely had to quell the urge to perform what would be his normal instinct upon meeting a woman, especially an attractive one. It left him fidgeting awkwardly for a second, half-leaning forward, before he spoke again. We are very excited to have you join the staff. The tragedy of your loss is devastating and my wife and I are both glad we can help reunite the two of you again. Florent flashed Ellie another smile and let his gaze drift to La. The older sister was giving him a thin smile in return, but her eyes had narrowed and Florent realized he was perhaps a bit more effusive with Ellie than he had been with La before. Well, if she weren't so cold and gloomy, perhaps he would act this way with her as well. Must all the women in his damned house be so sullen and appear to dislike him? Couldn't one at least smile and show some joy? I will begin training her immediately, Monsieur, said La stiffly. We are grateful for your generosity. Excellent and it is my pleasure I assure you. And now, if I can beg your pardon, said Florent with another smile and nod to the girls. He turned and headed upstairs, intent on changing out of his suit and perhaps having a drink before supper. Glancing down from the wrap-around grand staircase, he saw La take her sister's hand to tug her away like one might a young child. Ellie had been looking around the entrance hall and their eyes locked again briefly before Florent glanced away. Mon Dieu! Ellie was going to be a breath off fresh air in this musty old house. Florent's mind was spinning as he imagined having her around every day the temptation alone would be torture! To hope for anything more than temptation was foolish fantasy, of course, but still an entertaining line of thought...