John's Affair II

John's Affair, Part Two

“Hey, Bella! Mind cleaning up the living room? I shouted.
“Coming, sir!” was the reply. I made myself comfortable on the couch while I waited. And then I changed positions again.
In came Bella, and my heart seemed to stop. Sweet Bella, with her cute golden hair tied up at the back of her head. That had been the wife’s idea. The hot maid uniform had also been her idea. Not that the uniform was indecent, mind you, but it fit Bella so well I could see the curves on her body.
“You seem to be in a good mood today, Bella!” I said as she cheerfully picked up the plates.
“I just love Saturdays, sir.” She beamed at me.
“And why is that?”
She looked at the floor guiltily. “On Saturdays I get to leave early, sir.”
“Wow, is it really that bad to stay around me?” I said, pretending to look hurt.
“No, that’s not it!” she said quickly.
Taking a deep breath to gather myself, I said sweetly: “You know Bella, I really like Saturdays,”
“Why is that, sir?” she asked politely.
“Well, because even if just for a couple of hours, I get to be alone with you.”
The maid, eyes wide, opened her mouth, but seemed unable to speak.
“I really fancy you, Bella.” I said unnecessarily. And then she broke out of her trance.
“No,” she said, taking a step back, “no.”
Turning quickly around, dropping the plates with a loud crash, she ran away from the room. She might have been crying.
Fuck, John! What did you do now? I cursed under my breath. What the hell were you thinking?
“Is everything OK, sir? I heard a crash.”
I spun around and saw the gardener standing at the door, clothes and face filthy with mud and grass.
“You stay out of this!” I shouted, pointing my finger at him shakily, and then I ran after the maid.