I winked and then shook my hair back off my face before getting down to work.
Leaning into the back of the wardrobe I could smell the dust hanging on some of the clothes. I decided I would sort it on the weekend!
I pulled a black skirt out. I had worn in once for a Hen-do and vowed never to wear it again, but I suppose desperate times call for desperate measures.
Alfie was fast asleep still so I quickly made up a tray with toast with jam, a cup of tea and a yogurt for him. I took it through and bent down to place it on the coffee table. I coughed gently and he woke with a jump. His eyes were immediately drawn down my slightly open blouse.
“Good morning,” I said, smiling sweetly before standing up and asking him how he slept. He muttered something that I didn’t hear properly so I just smiled and reached for my duster that I had placed on the mantelpiece. I went around the edge of the room cleaning things in high up places so that, as I reached up, my skirt rose as well. I think the whole effect worked very well. When I had run out of things high up I dusted the small table and around the edge of the mantelpiece, spending lots of time on the base of it. Despite Alfie not being a strange pervert, he watched me quietly before striking up conversation.
"Thank you very much for letting me stay Magda," he said politely.
"Oh please call me Mags! Magda sounds far too formal!" I said before smiling flirtatiously at him.
"Well I thought Magda was a nickname," he said uncertainly. He was so cute.
"Yes, that's true but I prefer Mags," I said before leaning forward to pick up the now empty tray. I could feel his eyes on me as I walked out of the room, swinging my hips. It was not long before I heard the soft pad of his slippers following me. I turned and saw him in the door smiling at me quite suggestively. I gave him a knowing look back before walking out. I headed to the bedroom