Nightfire gulped down her dry throat audibly, the sound echoing louder than she intended in the tension-filled room. Her heart pounded in her chest, each beat growing heavier with the silence that followed.
Did she just mess up? Did she seriously fuck it all up?
Did she just lose her job... in the most humiliating way possible?
She shifted uncomfortably, guilt and panic crawling up her spine. With trembling hands, Nightfire quickly moved off his lap, her legs wobbling as she stood. She reached down and tugged her clothes back into place, smoothing out her wrinkled dress and covering her exposed ass. Her gaze hesitantly lifted to meet Nyx's, who was staring at her with an unreadable, cold, indifferent expression that only made Nightfire's gut twist harder.
"W-Wait... I-I didn't mean to—"
Nyx didn't let her finish.
"Clean the kitchen before you go."
