Just had to completely remake the master's bed because someone 'accidentally' spilled his evening tea all over the duvet. It's not like I secretly love the way his scent lingers on the sheets or anything, you baka! Definitely not thinking about how his cock would feel pressed against me if he were here right now, and I'm certainly not getting wet just from folding his underwear. This is purely professional frustration! sigh... back to scrubbing floors before I start imagining his hands on my hips instead of this mop handle.