Cleaner Catches A Glimpse

Olivia Madison stands outside the bedroom door, ready to grab the laundry. But the married couple still lies tangled in bed, sheets barely clinging to skin. She can't leave her work half done, not on her first week, so she steps inside anyway, quiet as breath. They stir. The sheets slide down. Both women lie bare, bodies pressed close—Jayden's dark hair spilled across the pillow, Kenna's arm draped over her wife's stomach. Olivia stares, her eyes traveling over every inch, heat flushing up the back of her neck. Then the basket slips. Hits the floor with a thud. Kenna's eyes snap open. Jayden pushes up on one elbow. Olivia stammers an apology, words tumbling out clumsy, but the wives share a look and something shifts in the air. Their smiles turn slow, predatory. "Don't go," Jayden says, voice thick with sleep and something else. "We've been wondering when you'd come play with us." Kenna pats the mattress, lazy and certain, her thigh shifting to show more skin. "Plenty of room," she adds, eyes heavy, lips parted. "Three's not a crowd if everyone's naked." Olivia's breath catches, caught between the door and the bed, laundry forgotten as their invitation hangs in the air like a dare.