Chapter 14: The Stolen Apron and the Boiling Heat
Leon did not even try to resist as Elara dragged him into the cramped storage pantry and aggressively kicked the heavy wooden door shut behind them.
The small room was instantly plunged into near total darkness save for the faint slivers of light bleeding through the cracks in the wood. The suffocating scent of dried herbs and the highly intoxicating vanilla perfume radiating off the furious Head Cook completely filled his senses.
Elara shoved him backward until his shoulders hit the wooden shelving unit but Leon easily maintained his balance thanks to his enhanced Agility.
She stepped incredibly close to him and the sheer heat radiating from her voluptuous body was dangerously palpable in the tight space. She was currently wearing her spare uniform and her chest was heaving with a volatile mixture of pure adrenaline and deeply repressed embarrassment.
"You are completely out of your mind," Elara hissed softly while poking her finger aggressively into his chest. "You just humiliated a guard and directly insulted their discipline to the eldest daughter of House Sterling. Do you have a death wish Leon?"
Leon leaned casually against the shelves and allowed his forty five points of Charisma to do the heavy lifting.
He looked down into her fierce amber eyes and offered her a dangerously smooth smirk that made her breath hitch slightly in her throat.
"I was merely protecting the most beautiful woman in the kitchen from an unwanted pest," Leon replied in a deep magnetic whisper. "I thought you would be a little more grateful Elara."
The Head Cook let out a highly frustrated scoff but her Lie Detector aura completely betrayed her true feelings.
She was practically glowing with a massive surge of confusing attraction and flustered heat.
The weak pathetic boy she had bullied just yesterday was suddenly standing before her as a fiercely confident protector who could dismantle armored soldiers and stare down noble goddesses without blinking.
"Do not try to charm your way out of this you absolute menace," Elara growled while intentionally stepping even closer to assert her usual dominance.
Her soft heavy cleavage pressed delightfully against his chest and completely sent his primal instincts into overdrive.
"I know exactly what you did last night in the bathhouse."
Leon kept his face perfectly composed despite the massive spike in his heart rate.
"I have absolutely no idea what you are talking about," Leon lied effortlessly while letting his Piercing Gaze lock onto her pupils.
"Do not play stupid with me!" Elara whispered fiercely as a dark crimson blush rapidly conquered her neck and cheeks.
She reached into her pocket and violently slammed the crumpled piece of parchment against his chest.
"You sneaked into the female quarters and you stole my favorite apron while I was bathing! You are a complete degenerate and I should march you directly to the estate guards!"
"If you were going to turn me in you would have done it this morning," Leon pointed out calmly while reaching up to gently wrap his hand around her wrist.
The moment his fingers made contact with her skin his passive Basic Caress skill activated at full capacity. A highly concentrated wave of raw electric pleasure shot directly from his grip into her nervous system and completely short circuited her anger.
Elara let out a incredibly soft highly scandalous gasp and her fierce grip on his shirt completely melted away.
Her knees actually buckled slightly and Leon instinctively wrapped his free arm around her remarkably slim waist to keep her from falling to the floor.
The power dynamic in the small room completely violently shifted in an instant.
Leon smoothly rotated his hips and pinned the fierce Head Cook back against the wooden door.
He pressed his body flush against hers and trapped her completely between his enhanced muscular frame and the hard wood. Elara was a highly trained physical enhancer but the sheer magnetic force of his Charisma combined with the debilitating pleasure of his touch rendered her entirely helpless.
She stared up at him with wide watery amber eyes and her chest heaved violently against his own.
The darkness of the pantry made the highly intimate proximity feel incredibly secretive and utterly dangerous.
"Give me my apron back Leon," Elara pleaded softly in a voice that completely lacked any of its usual tyrannical authority. It sounded much more like a desperate whimper.
Leon slowly slid his hand down her side and boldly let his fingers rest perfectly on the incredibly soft curve of her wide hip just above her thigh.
She shivered violently at the contact and bit her lower lip to suppress another highly inappropriate moan from escaping.
Pushing her boundaries and feeling her realistic resistance crumble was insanely satisfying.
"I think I will hold onto it for a little while longer," Leon whispered while leaning down until his lips were mere inches from her ear. "its in safe hands."
Elara closed her eyes and let her head fall back against the wooden door as his warm breath ghosted over her highly sensitive neck.
She was supposed to be the undisputed queen of this kitchen but this impossible servant boy was completely unraveling her entire world. She desperately wanted to push him away and scream for the guards but her traitorous body aggressively leaned completely into his touch.
Before Leon could push his luck and escalate the highly charged moment any further a loud series of sharp raps echoed against the outside of the pantry door.
"Elara are you in there?" a cold and fiercely strictly disciplined voice demanded from the kitchen. "The Head Maid requires the immediate presence of the servant known as Leon."
The suffocating romantic tension violently shattered like fragile glass.
Elara’s eyes snapped open in pure panic and she desperately shoved Leon backward with both hands. She furiously tried to smooth down her wrinkled maid uniform and frantically patted her flushed cheeks to cool them down.
Leon let out a highly frustrated sigh and mentally cursed whoever had decided to interrupt his masterpiece.
He stepped away from the gorgeous cook and prepared to face his next terrifying trial. Beatrice the Head Maid was clearly not finished with him and surviving a private meeting with an ice cold Aura Knight was going to require every single Shameless Point he had just earned.
Elara placed her hand on the iron latch but paused just before opening the door. She refused to look at him but her voice was laced with a highly dangerous promise.
"If you actually survive your meeting with the head maid tonight," Elara whispered without turning around. "Come to the western storage sheds after the midnight shift. I am going to get my apron back one way or another."
She threw the door open and aggressively marched back into the bright kitchen leaving Leon standing in the shadows with a massive highly anticipated smile slowly spreading across his face.
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