No Limits on Imagination!

Sorry everyone about the delay, it's just hectic when you're in all advanced class and nearly buried in homework and assignments!!!
i gotta get good grades, BUT! i did write more

Please! Do read on...

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Robert was sore, he was tired, and he had the erection of a lifetime. He held out his coat out, and when no one took it from him, he looked to see that no one was there to receive it. His temper went soaring. “Lucien! Damn you, where are you?!”
Carmen jumped a little from his loud voice, and then winced when he cursed. She turned to the sharp click of heels on the stone floor. “Right here sir.” A young man was walking toward them, straightening his waistcoat. His dark blonde hair was a little mussed in a rakishly handsome way, and it covered partially a soft, yet saucy, and very young face. Robert nearly roared. “I swear! I pay you to be here when I need you, to see to the guests, not to lift every maid’s skirts!”
Lucien took Robert’s coat, nowhere near cowering in fear in front of his employer. “Yes sir.” Was all he said. Then he turned to Anira, a little sparkle ignited in his eye.
“This is Carmen Anira Tirré. She is my guest.” Robert introduced.
Lucien took her hand and bowed over it, all the while keeping eye contact with her. “A pleasure to meet you madam.”
“Don’t,” Robert snarled, “even think about it!”
Lucien put on an innocent face and asked, “Why my lord, whatever do you mean?”
Robert’s face grew red and he stomped off to his study, raging at Lucien’s laughter.
Carmen looked after him with a small frown on her face.
“May I suggest to you not to worry about his lordship, madam. He’s all growls and no bite. He’ll cool down in time.”
Carmen looked at the study’s door when it slammed, but turned back at Lucien when he spoke. “Oh no, it wasn’t that, it’s just that I don’t understand why he said tha-”
The study door opened once again and Robert’s voice came through. “Carmen, come! I do not trust you out here by yourself with my conceited butler.”
Carmen looked at Lucien with new eyes. “Butler?”
“At your service madam.” He bowed in emphasis as Carmen scurried away.
When she entered Robert’s study, he was at his desk, sorting through the papers on his desk. “I rang for Nedda. She will be your personal maid while you are here. She will show you to your room and will make sure you have what you need. You may order a bath. Your saddlebag will be brought up with your clothes and necessities.” He didn’t bother to look up as he addressed her.
“Okay.” She answered, hiding the hurt she felt from entering her voice, but not from her face.
“If you need me, I shall be here for a few more hours, and then I shall retire to the library. Feel free to join me if you like.” He clipped, still keeping his eyes on his ever-moving hands.
Carmen followed the maid without speaking a word, though she did look back at him once, colliding glances with him before quickening her pace to leave his study. She was tired, and Robert was very bad-tempered, which didn’t help a thing.
She reached her room, and looked at the large bed against one wall, and the vanity set against the opposite. The bed look very inviting at the moment, but the vanity reminded her of how long it seemed since she had actually felt clean. “Ah, Nedda, do you think I could get a bath?” she asked the maid who stood quietly just inside the door.
“Sure miss, it’ll be here in a minute.” She watched the young woman who couldn’t be more than sixteen years of age bustle out of the room, then took a seat on the edge of the bed. Oh how she longed just to stretch out on the bed and just fall asleep right now, but she needed to wait…