House Rules
Charlotte's note is the longest of the three. Green tea, steeped exactly four minutes, served at 70°C. Two slices of wholegrain toast, no butter. Fruit, specifically kiwi, blueberries, and sliced apple... arranged on a separate plate.
You do your best.
She opens the door before you knock. She's wearing a black sheer robe, and in the hallway light it seemed almost decent. Up close, standing right in front of you, it is very clearly not.
You can see the outline of her breasts, the curve of her hips, and you register almost immediately, with a specific kind of panic, that she isn't wearing anything underneath. Nothing at all.
You fix your eyes on the tray and feel your cock start to stiffen anyway, traitorously, while she examines the breakfast without acknowledging your existence. Picks up the thermometer from her nightstand and checks the tea.
A pause.
"68 degrees," she says.
"I'm sorry, I'll..."
"I'm not that strict." She takes the tray."Not too bad for a first day." She closes the door.
You stand in the hallway with a half-hard erection and no time to deal with it, cause you have one more delivery to make.