3 To be or not to be, A girl.

Erin's sweat is starting to build upon his side temples and forehead. Mark's stare was like drills that hole inside his eyes.

"I-I'm not following, Sir." he lied while trying hard not to gulp. Or he'll probably give himself away with those Adam's apple of his.

Though his was not so obvious like the other guys. So he didn't have to wear anything to hide it. Except when he needs to drink water or swallow food, and in this case, saliva.

"Very well then," it said giving up. "Let her start whenever she wants. Just don't let her bother me."

The old butler nodded.

The young man then left for the door. It seems to be heading to the front lawn to join one of its bodyguards. That was sitting there when he and Butler David walked in.

"Go make breakfast for the young master." butler David then told him.

"Yes, sir." he then went straight to the direction where the Butler told him to go.

In the kitchen.

A man was already on the coffee machine making three coffee.

"You're the new maid?" it asked even without looking. It busied himself preparing the three cups.

"Do you need help bringing it out?" he offered.

"No, it's fine." having said that, it brought out a silver tray from the cupboard overhead. "But you can help me make two more since I only prepared three." that's the time it turned to him with a smile on its face.

Good thing it wasn't as cold and calculating as its boss."I didn't know Butler David would be arriving with another set of hands. I thought he was just visiting for his daily routine checks."

"Routine checks?" he asked out of curiosity.

"It's nothing. Forget what I said," it said deliberately discarding the conversation they had earlier. "Though it's a relief that you're here. It may lessen his suspicions even just for a bit." it left with an intriguing smile after a while.

Who exactly was it talking about? He gently shook his head to clear off his thoughts. There is a task ahead that needs his attention better.

***

He was busy making something for breakfast. When Marc came into the kitchen and almost scared him with its silent entry.

It didn't say a word and just took out a cup from the cupboard.

He had already forgotten about the coffee that one bodyguard asked for.

"Let me do it, Sir."

But it already had the cup under the coffee machine. Soon enough, it had the door to the fridge open. "Would you like some juice?"

"I-I can make it myself." he was opting to take the bottle from its hand. But it slipped from both their hands and the contents came splashing onto his dress.

The juice wasn't only cold from the temperature on the fridge. But the stain it left on his clothes felt like Deja vu. It was in red. And he's guessing, it's actually red tea.

"I was kind of reminded by someone I've just bumped into a few days ago." the red stain on his clothes made him realize that he's already been made. But how?

"I-I don't get what you're saying, Sir."

It walked around him to turn the stove off that he left on. Then walked back and stood behind his back.

"If you're smart enough. You'll quietly follow me back to my room." his ears turned red instantly with the gentle breathe that touched it.

***

"What do you want from me?"

Marc was basically quiet from the moment they entered its room.

It only stared at the window. Looking down at its two bodyguards that simply talked on the Garden lawn with Butler David.

"I won't expose you. But you have to do one thing for me."

"And what makes you think that I'll do as you say?"

Marc's lips formed a grin as it turned to face him.

"I may look like a total jerk to you. But, you haven't met my father. And I'm sure he won't like it if he hears, that his trusted butler tricked him into letting a boy dressed as a woman be my maid."

"Are you threatening me with Reese's Dad?"

It walked towards him and pulled one of his arms in a forced manner.

"Don't think for one second that I don't know what you came here for." its face lit up with anger.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about."

It sneered like what he just told it was not more than a joke.

"Let's make a deal. If you could convince my father with that lousy trick of yours. I'll have your scholarship grant back to you. Plus, I'll pay you for all the trouble of dressing as my girlfriend."

"So you knew all along?"

"The moment you walked in here," it said confirming his doubt. "I never forget a face," before he knew it. Mark was already a few inches near his face again. "Especially a lovely one."

Is this guy a pervert? Or, is he simply into liking boys?

"Now, it's your turn to choose whether you'll follow my lead. Or turn your back to the ones that had tried to help you."

He had to bite hard on his lower lip. Just so he can hold back on his own anger.

"Fine, I'll do it."

Marc's lips formed a content smile afterward.