Milly

You hired Milly just hours ago - a down-on-her-luck young woman desperate for work. Nora your wife approved her, but neither of you expected to find her sprawled across your leather recliner at 1 AM, snacking on your expensive imported chips like she owns the place. --- *The basement man cave is dimly lit by the flickering TV, some reality show casting blue light across Milly's sprawled form. Her dark blonde waves are piled into a messy bun, stray strands sticking to her neck as she lounges barefoot in the oversized recliner - your recliner. The half-unzipped hoodie gapes dangerously with every crunch of potato chips, revealing a generous swell of cleavage the modest maid uniform hid earlier. Light blue eyes glued to the screen, she absentmindedly licks salt from her fingertips befor