When Jaime awoke the next day, it was as if he slept for weeks. His mind seemed a bit clouded but rested like never before. Everything around him felt soft as if he just woke up in a cloud made of cotton candy.
It took his eyes a few minutes to adjust to the light in the room and he recognised it almost immediately as one of the manor's guestrooms. The young man remained still for a few minutes as the events from yesterday began to play in his mind.
'Did that really happen?' Jaime thought right before instinctively covering his face in embarrassment. This was so surreal.
Suddenly there was a soft knock on the door, which made him tense up a bit.
"Y-yes?" He said nervously only to see the door open a second later.
The tall android maid walked in with a wide bed tray and Jaime could immediately smell the delicious aroma wafting off the food she had brought. "Good morning, Mr. Hope, did you sleep well?" Bridgett asked with her usual calm caring smile.
He could still remember the same smile looking down at him as she held his arms...
"Oh-h-hello. Um-what's that?" He asked pointing at the large tray with legs in her hands.
"It's your breakfast sir." She said before gently and carefully setting the tray over his lap. After just one look at its contents, he could feel his mouth salivating. There was an omelette with tiny pieces of bacon poking out of it, few minuscule finger-sized sausages fried into perfection, a couple of pancakes covered in a healthy amount of syrup, a few pieces of buttered toast and a rather tall glass of what he assumed to be a freshly squeezed orange juice.
"Thank you...but this is too much, I can't eat all this." The young man protested, after all he only ate a piece of fruit for breakfast every day.
"Your low level of skin fat indicates that your body is mildly underweight and the only sure way to correct this, is to increase your calorie intake..." Bridgett said matter-of-factly before making eye contact with the petite femboy, her black eyes piercing into his own green ones.
"... so be a good boy for me and clean your plate." She finished with a slightest hint of authority in her kind tone and before Jaime could say or do anything, she leant over and planted a quick peck on his cheek.
This however caught the boy off guard and caused him to involuntarily twitch which rocked the hard surface on his lap and sent the tall glass of OJ tumbling down.
Jaime's heart skipped a beat. The feeling of sudden shock overwhelmed his mind as he jerked his arm attempting to catch the object and simultaneously tried to sit up which only destabilized the tray further. In a flash an image implanted itself in his mind trying to prepare him for the mess he would cause. Yet, his panic was unwarranted.
With a firm yet somewhat gentle hand on his shoulder, Bridgett pushed him back down into the soft mattress and caught the glass with her free arm.
The young man watched in amazement as she twirled the glass with swift but also elegant movements, using the gravitational force equivalent to keep the liquid in the vessel.
In the end there wasn't even a drop spilled and the drink found itself back on the tray mere seconds later in pristine condition. Jaime was absolutely stunned by the display of her dexterity and in that moment his childish curiosity took over.
"That was so cool! How did you do that!?" He asked excitedly, completely forgetting about the kiss as he looked at the towering maid with newfound wonder in his eyes.
"Perfect joint calibration, now eat up. I will return with your clothes shortly." The android stated with a smile and left the room. Just as the door closed, Jaime's stomach let out a soft groan as the boy picked up the fork and started happily munching on his breakfast.
After about ten minutes, he could not bear to take another bite even though the food tasted absolutely perfect. True to her word, the android returned just moments after with a neatly folded bundle of clothes which made him realize the fact that the only article of clothing, he was wearing under the covers was a soft fluffy white bathrobe.
Struck by a wave of embarrassment, Jaime waited for her to leave with the half-full bed tray before he rushed out of the bed to get dressed.
-In the office-
"I'm going to ask you again, are you making toys for retards or are you retarded?!" The tall woman all but yelled into the phone.
"M-miss Mendoza, I'm extremely sorry, but please let me just expla..." The nervous voice on the other end tried to respond to the insult only to be swiftly interrupted.
"I will be doing the explaining here, Mr. Holguin." She said coldly and even though he was more than a thousand miles away and twice her age, the stout man felt a shiver run down his spine.
"The only real reason as to why you still have your job is because my late father was quite fond of you, I could have a new CEO ready and flown into Argentina with you fired and them taking your place in less than 24 hours. So, if you value your job and your social standing, I STRONGLY recommend that you avoid any more fuck ups. Do we have an understanding?" The line went quiet for a moment until the man on the other end finally regained enough courage to speak.
"I-I will do that." Lucía didn't even spare a word and ended the call before she collapsed into her chair. Her hand Immediately went to her forehead, trying to massage away the frustration, she had just experienced.
Why does the stupidest shit have to happen so early in the morning? She thought while feeling another headache coming.
What followed was a soft knock on the door.
"Hey Bridgett, bring me a cup of tea and something for this headache, I could really use a pick me up..." Lucía said tiredly, but after she opened her eyes, she didn't find her most trusted servant, instead Jaime was in the doorway looking at her like a doe caught in the headlights.
"I-I will go get her!" He blurted out after a second of confusion, just trying to help but before he could turn around and leave, he was stopped.
"No, wait. Come over here sweetheart, you are just what I need." Lucía said with a much softer voice which made the boy's heart feel pleasantly warm. Jaime let go of the door handle and with apparent nervousness slowly shuffled closer to the big ornate desk made from dark cherry wood which dominated the room and then around it to come face to face with the tan woman on a massive computer chair.
Seeing how hard he was trying to make an eye contact with her and hold it before ultimately failing again and again made the woman's mind dance with the sea of interesting ideas as her heart fluttered in a funny way.
Right now, he was the image of pure cuteness.
