Episode 8

Sabrina woke with her thoughts still lingering on the meeting with Dom Mauricio Menecucci the day before. She felt an inexplicable connection to this powerful and mysterious man.

On the sunny morning that followed, Sabrina was assigned to clean the presidential suite of the resort. While she was absorbed in making the bed, she accidentally knocked her bottle of fragrance to the floor where it rolled under the bed. Kneeling down to retrieve it, she found herself having to stretch her arm further, her effort causing her to be in a four-point stance as she reached for her scent beneath the expansive bed.

Hearing the bathroom door open and footsteps approach, she glanced up and to her surprise, it was Dom Mauricio emerging from his shower, draped only in a white towel around his waist. Her gaze traveled across his chest, tattooed arms, and chiseled abdomen, taking in every detail.

"Do you need help, Sabrina?" Dom Mauricio offered, his eyes surveying Sabrina's form.

When Dom Mauricio stepped out of the bathroom, he was granted a perfect view of Sabrina, her posterior provocatively raised, revealing a glimpse of her favorite black underwear. He felt a surge of both arousal and a tinge of jealousy at the thought of her uniform being too short.

Sabrina's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she realized her position and the predatory gaze Dom Mauricio was casting her way. She quickly rose, adjusting her uniform that had ridden up her legs.

"Dom Mauricio... I... I wasn't expecting to encounter you here," she stammered, flustered.

"You look lovely when you're embarrassed," he commented, closing the gap between them.

Sabrina felt a mix of shock and attraction, yet she endeavored to maintain her poise and professionalism. Dom Mauricio, perceiving her reaction, flashed a teasing smile, making it evident that he shared the strong attraction, standing close to her. They shared a moment of charged silence, desire hanging thickly in the air.

"I...thought the suite was vacant," she said, locking eyes with him.

Her heart pounded as she wondered how to respond. She knew she needed to uphold a professional demeanor, but the pull between them was tangible.

"It seems fate has brought us together again, hasn't it, Sabrina?" Dom Mauricio murmured seductively, positioning himself so close she could feel the firm contact of his frame, sending shivers and stirring unknown sensations within her.

"Yes, it seems so. But I am here to clean the suite. I must concentrate on my work," Sabrina managed to say, her lips close to his face, as she strove to keep her composure.

"Ah, Sabrina, there's much more you could be doing here—in fact, I could do much with you," Dom Mauricio suggested, his hand lightly cupping her chin, drawing her eyes to his.

"I'm not here for that, Dom Mauricio. I'm a housekeeper and I know my place; I refuse to be your amusement or an object," Sabrina said, pulling away from his touch.

"I see the desire in your eyes too; I don't view you as mere amusement, Sabrina. Indeed, you stir something within me that I can't ignore. From the first moment I saw you, I felt an intense connection with those eyes," he expressed gently holding her hand within his.

"Dom Mauricio, we can't... This is wrong. I'm an employee of your company; we mustn't blur the lines," Sabrina insisted, her heart racing from the closeness and his palpable allure.

"Sabrina, the attraction I feel for you is overpowering. Regardless of the circumstances, my desire for you grows," Dom Mauricio said warmly, admiring her striking green eyes.

Sabrina began to tremble, fears creeping into her mind of being overpowered, her palms sweating, breathing quickening.

"Dom Mauricio, if you persist, I will report you for harassment. Your wealth doesn't exempt you from respect; I'm here to work, not to be toyed with or coerced," she declared, moving away abruptly, but he quickly grasped her arm.

"Never speak to me like that again, Sabrina. I have never compelled any woman, and you would not be the first. I could, but that's not how I want you. There's no need to act frightened around me," he warned.

Whether to trust him was a dilemma for Sabrina, but there was sincerity in his gaze. The tension between them was apparent, mutual even. Despite a deep-seated fear of being touched, he had not forced her; thus, she tried to remain calm.

"If you treat me respectfully, you will have my respect, even as my boss. Now, please release me; you're hurting me," she said.

"I'll let you go, but you need to tame that skittish manner, or I might have to discipline you," he remarked, releasing her swiftly as she headed towards the door without a backward glance.

"There's no need to leave; I'll change in the bedroom. You can tidy the living area," he instructed, and she merely nodded in response.

Sabrina began to straighten the living space within the presidential suite, seething internally.

"PUNISH? Who does he think he is to punish me? My father? I'm not here to sleep with my boss. My mother always said handsome men are the worst; they lack respect. Mrs. Soraia is always right," she thought to herself while tending to the room.

Dom Mauricio watched her from the mirror's reflection while dressing, each bend as she organized items on the floor or the couch challenging his self-control; he was tempted to ravage her right there. Hastily finishing his attire, he attempted to cool down his urgencies.

Duty called for Dom Mauricio, and he exited to attend to his responsibilities as Sabrina continued with the suite's cleaning, her thoughts drifting back to Dom Mauricio's intense gaze. She noticed the lingering scent of his cologne, his watches, his neatly arranged clothes outside his suitcase. She left everything spotless and well-ordered for his return, retrieved her scent from under the bed, and Spritzed some vanilla essence through the room to complete her task.

The day sped by, and chance denied them another meeting. Dom Mauricio was entangled in his obligations, while Sabrina stayed devoted to her housekeeping duties.

At day's end, Dom Mauricio returned to the presidential suite for a shower and a change of clothes before his next meetings. Upon entry, he was greeted by a different yet delightful aroma. He noted the cleanliness just the way he liked it. As he showered, his mind replayed the image of Sabrina on all fours earlier, her innocent face, the connection they shared. He was so aroused it was palpable, and he pleasured himself to thoughts of being with her on the sofa she had tidied, culminating in release on the bathroom floor, imagining their union. Refreshed, he dressed and prepared for the evening's engagements.