Nina: Morgan..
Morgan: I know.. I will not let him get to me. I'll try my best to be the perfect maid
Samuel: Morgan, Master Fredrick is asking for you
She nodded, grimly, and went to his room
She knocked on the door
Fredrick: Come in
She got in, found him standing there shirtless
She lowered her gaze to the floor, then cleared her throat
Fredrick: Oh, that was fast. Would you please give me a massage?
Morgan: I don't think that would be appropriate sir, but I will be happy to find you a massage therapist right away
Fredrick: Tsk tsk. What were you thinking? I just wanted a foot massage. No matter, I'll ask someone else to do it
Morgan's cheeks colored slightly, that didn't escape his notice
Morgan: Well I'm sorry sir, it's just that with the way you are dressed, I got the wrong idea. No need to call anyone else, I will massage your feet, but I'm afraid I'm not a professional
She continued silently, and I hate touching men's feet, this guy is just evil..
He chuckled, this made her look at him
She was never good at being poker faced, but she will have to learn
Fredrick: Is something wrong?
Morgan: No, sir
Fredrick: Then why are you making that face.. Well come on, I don't have all day
He plopped on his bed
She was still hesitant
Fredrick: What is it?
Morgan: If you will, sir, for both our sakes, please put on a shirt
Fredrick: Is it bothering you?
Morgan: No, sir, but if anyone saw you he or she would get the wrong idea
Fredrick: Maybe if you called me master, I'll consider it
Her lips became a thin line, and she tried to control her temper: Please, master
He smiled: You really haven't changed that much, huh
She looked at him again. His eyes were twinkling, he hurriedly put a shirt on
He sat on his bed again: You don't have to massage my feet, if you don't want to
She frowned, was that a test?
She shook her head: No, I'll do it, master
His eyes crinkled again
He patted the space next to him
She ignored him and sat on a small chair next to the bed
It made him laugh again. He was trying to reign it though, it was so soft, she almost thought she had imagined it, but she knew better
She started massaging his feet. They weren't stinky, nor as rough as she expected them to be
All the while she sat next to him, he kept his eyes on her. It made her nervous
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Morgan
Short StoryMorgan Reign was never good at following orders, she has a stubborn disposition and loud mouth, which always land her in trouble She's been fired or had quit numerous job, her last chance, because she needs the money, is working with her cousin as a...
