Chapter 7 7

Amara's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as she stared-still stunned-at the black and white maid's uniform Xavier, her kiss-happy boss, had handed her.

But this wasn't just any maid's uniform.

Nope. It was something else entirely.

It was like Xavier took her sarcastic comment about the first outfit he gave her way too seriously-and decided to punish her in the most wicked way possible.

Was this revenge?

"Arrghhh!"

Amara groaned and flopped back onto her tiny bed, thrashing like a frustrated teenager.

She glared at the uniform again with full-on death stares, wishing it were an actual person-specifically, Xavier-so she could crush it to bits in a fit of righteous fury.

Because seriously-one look at that outfit, and it was obvious it had zero intention of covering anything properly. It was scandalously short, looked like it ran out of fabric halfway through production, and the skirt flared out in a way that screamed K-pop idol meets adult fantasy. The top? Plunging neckline so deep it might as well shout, boobs on display.

"This freakin' pervert," she muttered. "First, he's all about those random kisses-don't even get me started on that-and now this? Is this his idea of workwear?!"

Fuming, she stood up and aggressively shook the uniform out, when something small fluttered to the floor.

"A note?" she murmured, picking it up.

Her jaw dropped the moment she read what it said:

You said the first uniform was so ugly even Jesus wouldn't be caught dead in it.

I'm a generous boss, so I thought I'd give you something that better suits your taste.

P.S. - Wear it with pride.

"What the hell?"

Was he actually hurt by what she said last time?

Amara shook her head hard. "No way. I was just being honest. That first uniform was awful! Ugh. Wear it with pride, huh? We'll see about that..."

Like someone possessed, she began to strip off the so-called "ugly" uniform and changed into the new one-without a second thought. She even swapped out her regular bra for a push-up one to give her cleavage a little extra lift.

Let him see she wasn't scared to play his stupid little game.

Standing in front of the mirror, she smirked at her reflection. The skirt barely covered a hand's length down her thighs, and with the curve of her butt, her black spandex shorts peeked out teasingly underneath. Her smooth, fair legs looked impossibly long, and she topped it off with a pair of sleek black doll shoes.

She examined the top again. Sleeveless. Deep V-neck. A bright red ribbon at the collar. It looked like something straight out of a risqué anime.

Amara smiled wickedly and began fixing the ribbon, striking a playful pose in the mirror.

"Okay-legs? Check. Butt? On point. Boobs and cleavage? Hell yes. Let's see if that annoying Xavier doesn't regret messing with me."

Still grinning, she grabbed her wallet-the one holding the envelope of cash Xavier had given her earlier.

He told her to go to the mall, get everything she needed, and stock up on personal items that could last her until her next day off.

And yeah-she was actually going in this outfit.

She could bet no one would guess she was a maid. With this look, she didn't just pull off "sexy." She looked like a total bombshell... or, as she bitterly thought, one of those girls in adult films Xavier probably watched on loop.

Amara couldn't help but burst into laughter, shaking her head at the thought, before finally stepping out the door.

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Xavier couldn't suppress his smile; it had been 20 minutes since Amara left his office with the uniform he'd bought for her.

He still had no idea who she really was, but judging by her looks and attitude, Xavier could already tell that Amara was far too privileged to act as a maid.

She wasn't poor like she claimed to be, and he knew that.

He couldn't deny that he was frustrated by her boldness and arrogance, and on top of that, she was too much of a philosopher. Not to mention, she seemed to have no clue about housework.

He didn't like her.

He could fire her anytime and find someone who could actually do the job of a maid, but for some reason, he just couldn't bring himself to do it.

There was something about her that intrigued him, though he couldn't quite figure out what it was. But he was certain that whatever it was, it was enough to make him want her to stay.

Xavier laughed again when he remembered the uniform. He wanted to tease his maid as payback for how she'd teased him earlier, and on top of that, she had insulted the first uniform Nanay Unday had given her.

He knew she hadn't liked the uniform, and she had made it very clear. So, that same night, he ordered his secretary to get him a very revealing maid uniform costume.

Just thinking about how Amara's nose had nearly smoked from frustration made him unable to hide his amusement.

He couldn't help but wonder if his new maid would ever learn her lesson.

Xavier was deep in thought about his personal maid when someone knocked on his door.

No one was home except for him and Amara, so he figured it must be her.

A smile spread across his face as he imagined her angry expression standing by the door, holding the uniform.

"Come in."

Xavier tried to make his face serious as he greeted the person who knocked, pretending he didn't care.

"Holy, mother of- crap!"

He whispered in disbelief, almost falling out of his swivel chair when Amara stepped in, wearing the maid's uniform.

"Hello, I just want you to know that I really liked my new uniform. I just wish you had gotten me another color, like red or blue. Those colors suit me well, SIR..."

Amara grinned as she spoke, and Xavier didn't even realize he was staring at his mischievous yet beautiful maid.

'Crap, she's hot...'

He muttered to himself, still unable to look away as his eyes traveled over her body.

Xavier gulped as his gaze lingered on the fullness of her cleavage.

'Oh God, what have I done?'

He whispered again, lost in the sight of her, unable to hear her call.

He was snapped out of his daze when Amara clapped her hands right in front of his face. Panicking, Xavier grabbed a thick folder from his desk and used it to cover his-well, let's just say-growing problem.

"W-what? I-I'm sorry, I was spacing out. What did you s-say again?"

Xavier wanted to bang his head against the hardwood table as he started stammering, seeing her playful smile.

'Naughty, daring smile-danger...'

He thought as he cleared his throat, trying to act as if everything was fine.

"Hmm, I see. I wonder why the sir is spacing out though..."

She said teasingly, swallowing hard as she slowly moved toward his desk, leaning over it and causing her large chest to press against the surface.

Xavier couldn't help but bite his tongue as he tried not to look, but he failed miserably. God's teeth, he just couldn't get his eyes off of her.

He nearly jumped out of his seat when she snapped her fingers again, pulling him back to reality-realizing that whatever awkwardness was happening was entirely his fault.

"A-what was that, Am-Amara?"

He asked, and she rolled her eyes in response.

"I said, I'm heading out. Is there a mall nearby? And where should I get a ride? Why do you look like you're melting, sir? Did something happen?"

She asked worriedly, but Xavier didn't notice her playful grin.

"N-no, nothing happened. Everything is fine. I can have my driver take you to the nearest mall. It's difficult to find a ride around here since there aren't many vehicles passing by."

Xavier said, trying to avoid looking at her.

"Well, I'll get going now then, so I can return quickly. I'll also grab something to eat for lunch."

Amara quickly turned her back on him, but before she could leave, Xavier called out to her again. He quickly averted his gaze when she looked back at him, causing her chest to move.

'Hell, did this woman do that on purpose?'

Xavier thought to himself as he said:

"Don't wear that uniform outside, Amara. I'll take you to the mall myself, I need to buy something there too."

Need to buy... Xavier had no idea what he needed from the mall, or why the offer suddenly came out of his mouth.

"Really, sir, Xavier? And it's fine, I'll just wear this, doesn't the uniform suit me?"

Amara asked with a teasing grin.

'Damn! What the hell is wrong with this woman?'

"No, you can't wear that, I said-"

He shouted without thinking.

"Well, why? I thought this was my uniform?"

Amara said, confused. Xavier sighed and then looked at her with more resolve.

"I gave you that to annoy you. I didn't expect you to be this stubborn and actually wear it. And that's not a maid's uniform."

He explained, leaving Amara more confused.

"T-that's a-uhm... well, I asked a friend to get me that from a... from a sex toy shop-that's what women wear when they and their partner want to play-you know, role play... sex games... it's a costume..."

Xavier said, embarrassed, quickly covering his ears when Amara screamed loudly.

"What?!!"