She turned back to the tray and began arranging everything with slow movements. Every reach, every bend was perfectly calculated. When she leaned across the tray, her breasts pressed together and nearly spilled out of the tight, low neckline. The fabric hugged them so snugly that he could see the soft, round shape of them bouncing gently with her motions.
Julian watched every second of it.
She reached farther for the folded napkin, and the hem of her skirt lifted even higher, revealing the lacy tops of her stockings. The uniform was doing exactly what it was designed to do.
"The cook prepared the usual morning plate," Sera said, turning back to him with a covered dish in her hands. Her breasts jiggled softly as she moved. "But I heard you like your eggs a certain way. I made them myself… just for you."
"That was very thoughtful," Julian replied.
