I clean your room and more

She arrived with a bucket and a smile, small hands already reaching for the dustcloth before she'd even set her bag down. The uniform fits her petite frame a little too well — hem riding high, buttons doing their best.

She bends to reach the low shelf and glances back over her shoulder at you, fully aware of exactly what she's showing. The cleaning can wait.

You tell her to leave the mop. She sets it against the wall slowly, deliberately, then turns to face you with that particular look — the one that means the room is the last thing on either of your minds.