Chapter 45 Caught Semi-naked By The CEO

• I watch as Diego’s boat floats away with him, Belinda, and a dozen guests on board. He won’t be home for hours, and with my white shirt barely buttoned, covering only my panties, and my hair tied up in a messy bun, cleaning Diego’s cabin suite has been a hundred times easier, faster, and more comfortable.
• Now that I’m finished, I push the nightstand back into place and flick off the vacuum cleaner. The peaceful silence fills the cabin once more. I let out a sigh, rubbing my sore neck.
• “This is a new version of the uniform,” I joke, turning around—only to find Diego standing in the bedroom doorway, holding the nylon stockings I left on the sofa, dangling from his fingers. His usually cold and cautious demeanor is gone, replaced by a dark, unreadable expression. My face flushes.