Elena’s pov

“This is fucking ridiculous,” I muttered as I wiped the grand piano with the soft cloth, my voice shaky because every single movement made the tiny frilly apron ride up higher on my ass. 

The black high heels clicked loudly on the hardwood floor with each step and my bare tits bounced a little every time I reached across the polished surface. 

I could feel Marcus right behind me now, following me from room to room like a shadow that wouldn’t leave me alone. 

My pussy was still dripping from the way he had stared at me earlier and the cool air kept hitting my swollen lips making...