The Maid's Boys
I do hope you boys plan on paying for that.” Cassandra said with false irritation coloring her tone. The curvy young woman stood against the Pantries door, Chestnut curls falling to frame a sweet, round face with a button nose that was completely at odds with the look in her bright brown eyes.
Both young men attempted to mutter protests and excuses through mouths full of cheese and fruit respectively and she had laughed. They were taller than her by a good six inches, well built country boys. And twins! She knew them too. Garret and Marcus hadn't been their long, but they had all the marks of trouble makers on them from the untamed red hair down. She felt herself heating up just looking at them and shifted her hips in a private, eager movement
“I mean how do you intend on keeping me from talking. The cook is wondering where things have been getting off to in the middle of the night.” A smile spread across her lips as she leaned against the closed pantry door behind her, hands at her sides and hidden in her skirt.