Chapter 18: Chapter 18

Agatha’s POV

Midnight.

Wearing only a bathrobe, I looked at my phone and saw nothing. It’s already midnight and I knew I had to go back to Lanceil’s condo. But because I got drenched in the rain, I followed Brett to his hotel and had my clothes washed.

While waiting for it to dry, I stayed in an expensive hotel room with a furnished terrace and glass window where I could see the city that never sleeps.

I know that Mr. Brett is rich enough to spend $5 million just to buy me as his slave. But now, I am more convinced that he is damn rich.

‘A room like this might be $40,000 per night.’

I didn’t bother much about the price when my father was still alive, and I was living like a princess. I only knew the worth of every penny when I became poor.

Ding dong~

I looked at the door. Brett told me that the staff would bring my dry clothes back. Therefore, I hurried to the door and opened it.

But instead of seeing the staff, I saw Brett instead.

“You still don’t have your clothes back?” he asked.

I unconsciously wrapped my arms around my upper body, even though I was wearing a bathrobe.

“I bring what I had to give you, move away,” Brett said, showing the large box in his hands.

I rolled my eyes before I stepped aside and let him in. When the door was closed, I followed him on the way to the couch.

Mr. Brett sat, placed the box on the center table, and then crossed his legs.

Right now, he’s wearing a white shirt and comfortable black Adid*s shorts. This is the first time I saw him dressed like that.

“How was your mission with Lanceil?” he asked me.

My hands on my lap regained strength. If I will be honest, I would tell him that I am starting to see my boss as a man. Of course, I wouldn’t dare to tell him the truth.

‘No one else should know that I have a crush on my target.’

“It’s getting better,” I said. “We talked a few times. And he even helped me wash the dishes.”

Brett’s brow went up as he asked me, “You called that seducing?”

I couldn’t rebuke.

“How about skinship? Have you tried touching him? Or showing your sexy side?”

That…

I haven’t. It was hard for me to do so since things were getting real.

“Miss Agatha, you are pretty, and you have a good body,” Brett complimented me.

I felt my cheeks turn hot. And I hated that he was the reason why I was blushing suddenly.

“And you are still a virgin. You got everything to get Lanceil in your palms.”

“It’s not easy,” I said. “I need more time to seduce a cold-hearted man like Lanceil. Besides, he rarely comes home.”

“That’s why I brought this,” Brett tapped the box he placed on the center table. He nodded as if giving me a signal to fill my curiosity.

I slightly bent down and opened the brown box.

When I saw what was inside, my eyes grew bigger.

It is a maid outfit. But…! It looks sexy. The skirt was so short, and the upper part was too revealing! If I wear this, Lanceil and Vincent can easily see my cleavage and underwear!

My sharp eyes automatically tossed at Brett.

“Are you for real?” I asked through my clenched teeth.

“I am getting desperate to see the result, my slave,” Brett said, grinning. “Now, go and try that.”

“As in now?”

“We still have time before midnight ends. Your boss will get mad if you go back late.”

“That’s not what I mean. You wanted me to try this fucking… I mean, this sexy dress?”

“I need to see if it will work.”

“What work?”

“Stop blabbering and just follow. If you don’t change right now, then I will do it.”

Quickly, I grabbed the uniform and dashed inside the bathroom.

If I let Brett change my clothes, I knew I might regret it in the end.

I changed into this new maid uniform and looked at myself in front of the mirror. When I saw my reflection, I was persuaded that Brett is really crazy.

“He wanted me to work as a maid using this shit?” I asked myself while looking in the mirror.

The fitted uniform revealed my cleavage and the line of my waist. If I bent down, I could see my ass. I am not wearing underwear so it’s dangerous to make large movements.

“Are you done?!” Brett shouted from the outside.

“W-Wait!” I replied.

Taking a deep breath, I stared at my reflection.

‘Let’s just show it to him really quick.’

A few seconds later, I walked out and showed myself to Brett.

Brett was sitting prettily on the couch when he tilted his head and watched me from head to toe.

His eyes were observing me like a pair of fireballs. Because every spot he gawks felt hotter by the second.

Holding my arm, I bit my lip shyly and said, “This is too much, Mr. Brett.”

“Yeah,” he surprisingly agreed. “I asked you to wear that so I can tell if wearing a sexy outfit would seduce Lanceil. And I was right. That is enough to arouse a man.”

‘The real goal for asking me to wear this is to see if I can arouse a man?!’

“Are you done experimenting?” I asked, quite annoyed.

“Not yet. I need more,” Brett said. “Lanceil is a hard target. So you should know which gesture to make. Turn around.”

“What?”

“TURN AROUND.”

Since I wasn’t allowed to go against my master’s order, I turned around.

Then, I heard something rolling on the floor. When I looked down, I saw a marble under my feet.

‘Isn’t it marble from the plant vase that was on the center table?’

“Pick it up,” Brett said.

He was the one who dropped the marble, and he was asking me to pick this up? What a bully.

Rolling my eyes, I bent down and picked the marble. I felt cold behind my back, and I paused.

‘The skirt was short. If I bend like this then…!’

“Shit!” I gasped before I stood up and covered my ass.

When I turned to Brett, I saw him smirking at me.

That was the reason why he asked me to pick up the marble! The worst part is that I wasn’t wearing underwear. Which means…

‘He saw my ass and my…’

“Did you get my point?” Brett said, uncrossing his legs. “You need you to create a situation where Lanceil would get aroused just by seeing you. And look…”

Brett pointed his hand down. He was pointing to his c*ck that had gotten erect. It was clearly visible even over his shorts.

‘He got turned on because of me.’

Unable to take my eyes off his, Brett spoke.

“Do you know what men do when they have blue balls?”

Although I have an idea, I kept my mouth shut and stared into his eyes that shone in mischief.

“Men masturb*te,” Brett uttered, putting his hand inside his shorts and probably holding his d*ck. “This is what you need to achieve, Agatha. Make Lanceil mast*rbate over you.”