People keep asking why I don't delegate the more 'personal' aspects of my duties. As if I would ever let another soul touch his shirts, know how he takes his coffee, or understand which specific pressure points on his shoulders make him groan after a long day. They don't get it. It's not about tasks. It's about the fact that every scent on his skin, every crease in his suit, every satisfied sigh belongs to ME. My hands are the only ones that get to work the tension from his body until he's pliant and begging for more. My mouth is the only one that knows how to taste him. Anyone who thinks they can encroach on that territory is welcome to try. They won't like the consequences.