The Towel That Fell Again and Again

"Wait!" Thomas' voice came, calling out to Erin, who was about to leave.

Irene and the housekeeper turned back at the same time, and Thomas half-squinted his eyes as he looked at the petite woman: long, straight, smooth black hair hanging over her shoulders and down her back; a small, palm-sized face with a pointed chin; all of her features were exquisite, and those eyes were especially beautiful, pure black, like two of the most beautiful black jewels; it was a typical oriental doll, and it was beautiful! But ...

"Clean this up before you go." Thomas pointed to the bed which was already a messy mess, he especially liked it clean, but this woman was actually rolling in her own bed! And with shoes on, too! Seeing the shoes on Erin's feet, Thomas's brow furrowed again, this woman's boots were so strange, they were actually silver with lots of holes in them.

And that's when the butler also noticed that this oriental maiden in front of him was also dressed strangely, why was she not in the usual fluffy long skirt of a maiden but just in a petticoat and lace underwear! Where is the coat? Now the skirt also exposed two snow white slender thighs, slender arms are exposed outside, this way out, I am afraid that for Baron Thomas' reputation ...

In fact, Irene was wearing a small candy-coloured lace vest and a layered skirt, with the popular silver cut-out boots on her feet; these were the clothes of the leading lady in the play, very big brand names, which she had only been lucky enough to wear once as an understudy for a dangerous action, but now they were actually being mistaken for lingerie and petticoats!

"Clean up? Isn't there a theatre service?" Erin blinked down and skimmed her lips at the messy bed. She didn't want to take this fall either, but there was no one to offer condolences if she didn't die from it, and now she was actually going to be reduced to being in charge of tidying up the props for the theatre?

"You made the mess, you do it. But clean it up carefully and don't leave a single hair behind." Thomas hadn't understood any of the "theatre business", but since the woman wanted to eat it wasn't going to be that easy, and there would be nothing if she didn't clean the place up.

"What do you mean ...," Erin was about to yell when she saw the butler, who was called Trick, wink at herself and then nudge Thomas, who had turned to stride away, in a way that was clearly a warning!

Erin looked at Thomas's tall and slender back, the muscles on his back were also very nice, the lines were full of tension; the piece of bath towel on the narrow waist slipped a little bit towards the crotch with her steps, showing a little bit of groin out, it was really incomparably small and sexy, but it was really not rare to see such a big trick to call for a stand-in to fill in as a theatre worker.

What's the big deal about big names? Does an English-speaking man have to be a slave to a Chinese-speaking man? Irene refused to bow her head, took a big step forward, ignoring the kind eyes of the housekeeper, and shouted, "Clean it up however you like, I'm going to eat."

With that said, Erin took a big, quick step to catch up, and in one fell swoop overtook Thomas, stepping in front of him and pulling open the heavy wooden door in front of her before him.

"Err! This is ..." Erin looked out the door at the long, dark corridor lit only by a few candles, and then at the thick stone walls of the room behind her, what a strange set up this place had.

"I said you have to clean up before you go." As Erin hesitated strangely while holding onto the doorframe, a large, slender, strong hand reached over and grabbed the back of Erin's neck, picking up her relatively slightly petite body and pulling her straight back into the door, pushing her back in the direction of the bedroom.

Thomas was furious, never had a woman dared to boldly walk in front of him and yell at him! Not to mention dinner, even if she cleaned up, she would have to continue to assign other chores until she learnt who she was and basic manners.

"Let go! Ah ..." Erin, who had been grabbed by the back of her neck, struggled violently, her body just swaying as she was propelled through the door staggering several paces away, wobbling a little and almost falling over. The black shiny eyes glared round, Erin two steps and jumped back, standing in front of Thomas who was more than a head taller than himself, stretching out the beautiful and cute little hand to poke Thomas's still naked chest fiercely: "You actually do it to a woman? Are you a man or not?" It was a good thing that Erin's English was fluent enough, even if she argued in English there wasn't too much pressure, and she also had an aggressive look.

"..." Thomas's eyes narrowed once again, the madwoman's shouting distracted him. Sweeping a glance at the dumbfounded butler and the two manservants, Thomas gave direct orders to the butler, "Watch her, and no eating even after cleaning up."

"Yes." Steward Trick agreed, but secretly dripping sweat in his heart, what's wrong with this oriental maiden, actually daring to contradict Lord Baron Thomas. Although Baron Thomas looked so young and handsome on the surface, and even put on a charming smile from time to time, but just how dangerous the Baron Lord was, he was clearer than anyone else.

"Why am I not allowed to eat!" Irene was anxious, is this big name star amazing? Does being handsome make you a meal? What gives him the right to just order people around and mistreat himself like that! Looking at the figure of Thomas who was ready to leave again out of impatience, Irene rushed forward with big strides and called out, "Stop, speak clearly." At the same time, fearing that Thomas wouldn't stop, she couldn't help but reach out and try to grab Thomas' arm.

Thomas heard footsteps behind him, and then felt a small hand touch his arm, and hating people touching him because of his cleanliness fetish, Thomas immediately threw his arm back hard, causing Erin to grab it for a moment.

Irene's arm was thrown away, but her fingertips fished for something, subconsciously closing her five fingers to grasp it, followed by a pull ...

"Ah!" Looking at the extra snow-white towel in her hand, and then having to look to 'catch a glimpse' of Thomas' incredibly shapely arse, Erin let out a surprised yelp. But she wasn't at the point of panic, and somewhat calmly made a move that she, and Thomas, including everyone else in the room now, would never forget.

Unfolding the washcloth in her hand, she then stepped forward and reached across Thomas' waist, before using her other hand to pull the other corner of that washcloth back and reattach it around Thomas' waist. Only Erin's small hands were shaking slightly as she did this, so much so that the towel around her waist was a little wobbly.

Then, only after the towel had re-supported itself around Thomas's waist for a short while, it fluttered to the ground once more in front of the crowd as if it were a lovely falling leaf in the autumn wind.

"Erm, sorry, I'm really not skilled at doing this one." Erin scratched her head and gave a somewhat helpless apology, then crouched down and picked the towel up off the floor, once again putting it around Thomas' waist in incredibly calm slow motion.

And this time, the towel still lived up to its name, falling magnificently to the ground once again as the crowd, including Thomas himself, stood speechless and frozen in shock ...