Sex With The Maid: Two Men and A Lady
Bernard Stark and Cerci Lannister -2
Despite myself, I felt the tension drain away. I sighed, rolling my shoulders to ease the ache. The
movement drew his gaze to the curve of my neck, his eyes darkening slightly in
a way that made my breath catch.
“Let me drive you home,” he said suddenly.
“What?” I looked back at him, certain I’d misheard.
“Consider it atonement for my insensitivity. You’ll save your transportation fare, and I might partially redeem myself.”
“I live in Chelsea. Is that too far out of your way?”
“Not at all.”
The crisp night air was a welcome relief as we walked to the curb where a midnight blue Ferrari gleamed under the streetlights, its elegant lines almost sensual in the moonlight.
“Need a moment?” he asked, holding the passenger door open, his body close enough that I could feel the heat radiating from him, smell the intoxicating blend of cedar and something darker, more intimate that made my mouth go dry.
I couldn’t contain my delight. This is actually yours?”
“No, I carjacked an elderly woman in Worcester,” he replied with perfect deadpan delivery.
“I need to visit Worcester immediately.” I slid into the butter–soft leather seat, running my fingertips reverently across the dashboard. When he settled beside me, his thigh briefly brushed against mine, sending an electric current through my body.
“I saw this exact model in a film once and promised myself if fortune ever smiled on me, this would be my first major indulgence.”
“After your impassioned speech about financial responsibility, you’d allocate millions to
an automobile? His eyebrow arched, but there was warmth in his voice.
My jaw dropped. “Did you say millions? Plural?”
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“Six point nine, approximately,” he explained, guiding the powerful machine into the night, his hands strong and sure on the wheel.
I pressed my hand dramatically to my heart. “What revelation? Who’s been receiving my annual North Pole correspondence all this time?!”
He regarded me with momentary confusion before breaking into genuine laughter that I couldn’t help joining. The sound transformed the space between us, creating an unexpected intimacy.
“I may never win that hypothetical lottery,” I admitted once our laughter subsided. “But tonight I’m experiencing something most only imagine.”
Closing my eyes, I extended my hand into the stream of cool night air. “Most people complete their journey without a single genuine adventure. What meaning does existence hold without pursuing something transcendent?”
When I opened my eyes, I found him studying me with an expression that made warmth. pool low in my abdomen–not his usual scrutiny, but something hungrier, more primal that made me shift in my seat.
“It’s from that movie-
“Vanilla Sky,” he finished softly, his voice wrapping around the words like a caress.
“Let me guess, you thought it was pretentious?”
“Actually,” he continued as the light changed, the car’s acceleration pressing me deeper into the seat, it’s among my favorites.”
He fell silent after that, but the quality of the quiet between us had transformed into something charged with possibility. The powerful car moved through the night like a spacecraft navigating between worlds–his reality and mine, temporarily intersecting.
As we entered my neighborhood, I reluctantly reached for my seatbelt. “You can stop at the corner ahead.”
He slowed the car but continued down the street. “I’ll take you to your door,” he said with quiet determination that brooked no argument, though his expression had softened in a way that made my heart race.
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When we finally stopped outside my modest apartment building, neither of us immediately moved. The engine’s gentle purr filled the silence between us.
“Thank you for
“Thank you for the ride,” I said, my hand resting on the door handle.
“Cerci,” he said, my name sounding like a caress in his voice. “About earlier-
“You already apologized. It’s forgotten.”
“No, not that.” He turned toward me, leaning in slightly. “What you said about adventures and dreams… I haven’t heard someone speak with such genuine passion in a very long
time.”
In the dim light, his eyes seemed darker, more intense, dropping momentarily to my lips. before meeting my gaze again. The air between us grew thick with unspoken possibilities, making it suddenly difficult to breathe.
“Goodnight, Bernard, I said softly, using his first name without thinking.
“Goodnight, Cerci.”
As I climbed the stairs to my apartment, I could feel his eyes following me, waiting until I was safely inside before the Ferrari pulled away. I pressed my back against my closed door, heart pounding, body humming with awareness.
In the silence of my apartment, I realized something had fundamentally shifted tonight. What had begun as an unexpected encounter had transformed into something far more dangerous–attraction to a man who existed in a world completely separate from mine, yet who had momentarily made me feel as though those barriers could dissolve with nothing more than the sound of my name on his lips.
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