Chapter 143: Maid Outfit
Chapter 143: Maid Outfit
Seeing Nicole Kidman look so frightened that she was practically about to faint, Eric walked in, tossed the pillow in his hand onto the bed, picked up the recorder from the floor, and switched it off.
“Stupid woman, if you’re going to do something like this, at least lock the door first.”
“I forgot. Next time… next time…” the woman stammered incoherently.
Eric burst out laughing. “You still want there to be a next time?”
The woman finally regained her senses and hurriedly shook her head. “S-Sorry, I won’t dare do it again.”
Eric walked over and lifted the woman’s chin, carefully stroking the beautiful yet slightly immature face as though he were caressing an exquisite porcelain doll.
“Actually, doing this is completely useless. Even if I failed to keep my promise in the end and you handed the recording to the media, it wouldn’t affect me that much. Instead, your acting career would be completely finished. No movie would hire a foolish woman.”
“I never thought of doing that. I just wanted to protect myself,” Nicole weakly defended herself.
“That’s understandable, but I’m still very unhappy. What do you think we should do about it?” Eric asked.
The woman trembled slightly and very consciously reached toward the buttons of her shirt, but Eric stopped her.
“Forget it. Looking at you like this really kills any mood. Go to sleep early. Don’t forget what I told you earlier.”
After speaking, Eric tossed the recorder onto the bed and turned to leave the bedroom.
Nicole sat there blankly for a long time before finally standing up and locking the bedroom door. Mechanically, she took out bedding from the closet and made the bed. Yet after lying down, she could not fall asleep no matter what.
Her thoughts were a complete mess.
Her life in Australia. Her experiences after entering the entertainment industry. The discouragement from family and friends when she came to Hollywood. The miserable few months she had spent in Hollywood. Her several meetings with Eric. Her hopes for the future…
During this aimless train of thought, the sky outside unknowingly began to brighten.
Looking at her watch, she saw it was already six-thirty. Although sleepiness had finally started catching up to her, the woman still forced herself out of bed. She hung the simple clothes from her suitcase into the wardrobe, then went to the bathroom to brush her teeth, wash her face, and apply makeup, making herself look presentable and beautiful again.
After changing into a white shirt and jeans and putting on a pair of black flats, she finally opened the door and walked out.
Not knowing which room was Eric’s bedroom, and not daring to wake him even if she did know, she quietly walked downstairs and out of the villa.
The mansion, hidden among tall walls and green trees, was very quiet. Standing beside the empty swimming pool in front of the villa, she took several deep breaths of the cool morning air, and the exhaustion from staying awake all night eased considerably.
After wandering around the surroundings once to familiarize herself with the environment, the woman finally returned to the villa and entered the kitchen.
Eric got up punctually at seven.
After going downstairs, he greeted the tall figure at the kitchen entrance before turning toward the gym to begin his daily workout.
Half an hour later, Eric came out after showering and changing clothes. He took the morning newspaper and sat in the living room reading until after eight before noticing that the woman still seemed busy. Curious, he walked into the kitchen.
Several dishes had already been laid out on the kitchen table: sandwiches, sweet soup, steak, salad. The woman even seemed to still be making fried eggs.
“Nicole, that’s enough. We can’t finish all this,” Eric said as he picked up a sandwich and took a bite.
The woman turned off the gas stove and plated the fried eggs before explaining, “I didn’t know what you liked to eat, so I made a little more.”
“I told you already, anything is fine. I’m not picky about food.”
The two carried breakfast into the dining room together.
The woman initially stood hesitantly beside Eric, seemingly very immersed in her “maid” identity. Eric could not help laughing.
“Sit down and eat with me. I’m not planning to pay you a salary anyway, so you don’t need to be this dedicated.”
“Mhm, thank you,” Nicole replied obediently before sitting down across from him.
Thus, this somewhat strange lifestyle officially began after that breakfast.
After eating, Nicole watched Eric drive away before returning to her room and carefully reading through the documents from the previous night, especially the acting contract for Sleepless in Seattle. She read through it over and over again without finding anything inappropriate.
Although Eric had instructed her to avoid leaving the mansion as much as possible to prevent paparazzi from taking photos and causing scandals, the woman still sneaked out that morning.
She found a law office and spent several hundred dollars in consultation fees to have a professional lawyer review whether the contract carried legal validity. Only after the lawyer confirmed there were no issues did she finally relax completely.
When Eric returned home in the afternoon, he discovered Nicole seemed like an entirely different person.
The original uneasiness in her expression had completely disappeared. Her smile now carried a flattering quality, and the villa itself seemed to have been cleaned until it looked completely refreshed.
Nicole attentively took the shopping bags from Eric’s hands and asked, “Eric, should I put these in your bedroom?”
Eric shook his head. “No, they’re for you. Go upstairs, pick one outfit, and put it on so I can take a look.”
“For me?” The woman opened one of the clothing bags and peeked inside, discovering a black-and-white outfit decorated with lace. Curiously, she asked, “Is this sleepwear?”
“No. You’ll know once you change into it.”
“Oh.”
The woman obediently nodded and carried the bags upstairs.
Eric sat on the sofa and turned on the television with the remote control. It was a full half hour later before he heard the sound of leather boots stepping down the stairs, the footsteps carrying obvious hesitation.
Turning his head, the first thing that entered his vision was a long, slender leg wrapped in white garter stockings and black ankle boots.
Next came the iconic maid skirt.
As his gaze moved upward, the fitted corset accentuated the woman’s chest until it looked especially full. Above her delicate collarbones was a circle of white lace around her neck.
Eric had originally wanted to pick a choker, but after considering it, he decided against it. That would have been taking things a little too far. The lace neckpiece was actually quite beautiful already.
However, when Nicole’s entire figure finally came into view, Eric instantly lowered his head and covered his forehead.
Good heavens, it was really ugly.
How did he forget about this?
Nicole had originally been somewhat dissatisfied, which was why she had dragged things out for half an hour before finally changing into it.
If it had been a normal maid outfit, the woman would not have felt too resistant. It was not as though she had never seen maid outfits before.
But this set was very different from the ones she knew.
Not only was the style a sexy low-cut suspender design that exposed a large amount of skin across her chest, it also contained a great deal of lace and ribbon decoration, making it extremely elaborate and pretty, completely unlike the simple maid uniforms in her memory.
More importantly, whether intentionally or not, the outfit was clearly one size too small.
Seeing Eric cover his forehead, the woman’s dissatisfaction inexplicably turned into unease. She lowered her head and carefully checked herself again, finding nothing wrong with how she wore it, before finally unable to resist asking:
“Eric, is… is there a problem?”
Eric still kept his head lowered as he waved dismissively at her.
“Go, go, go. Change back first. Later we’ll go out and fix you up a little.”