Mr. Larkin? Mr. Larkin?

Called Sabrina up the stairs.

I'm going out to the shops right now, but I'll be back momentarily to start dinner.

Okay, thank you, Sabrina, shouted Cindy Larkin in response.

She looked at her husband who had a big, devilish grin across his scruffy face.

Terrence, should we do this? asked Cindy, her heart racing in her chest.

You don't think it's wrong?

Terence Larkin walked over to the bedroom window

and watched as their housekeeper pulled out of their long driveway in her car.

Even from far away, she looked striking,

her vibrant red hair glinting in the afternoon sun.

Of course it's wrong, Terence said, pulling his wife against him.

But you've seen the way Sabrina looks at us.

That evening, after dinner, Sabrina was in the kitchen, having just finished cleaning up from dinner. She spun around to see the Larkin's standing in the doorway. Mr. Larkin's dress

shirt was rolled up at the sleeves, revealing his muscular forearms, and Mrs. Larkin was still in her beautiful black dress.

Oh, hi, Mr. and Mrs. Larkin, said Sabrina, smiling. She put her apron back on its hook.

I'll be out of your hair shortly. Call us Cindy and Terrence, said Cindy, striding into the kitchen.

She tucked her chocolatey brown hair behind her ears and bit her lower lip.

Oh, okay. Sabrina swallowed nervously. She always felt nervous spending so much time around this powerful couple.

She'd be lying if she said she didn't fantasize about what it would be like to take things to a

different level with them. They were beautiful people, even if they were a bit older than her.

Cindy was only an inch from the maid now.

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