The bathroom was an epitome of luxury—a sleek European design, with even the carvings on the walls crafted to perfection. Amy Green had filled the bathtub to the brim, ensuring the temperature was just right before stepping aside to wait. It was her first day as a housemaid. She never imagined her first assignment would be assisting Zack Johnson, the eldest son, with his bath! Who needed help with bathing at this age? Rich people and their eccentricities! Her mind was mid-rant when she heard footsteps approaching from outside, gradually drawing nearer. She didn't want anything to go wrong, so she immediately straightened her waist and hung her head, not daring to move. Zack entered the bathroom, his presence commanding as he barely glanced at the woman standing in the corner. Without a word, he stripped off his robe and stepped into the tub, reclining against the edge with casual elegance. "Come here!" A low command sounded. Amy hesitated, her head slightly lifting. What does he want? Surely he’s not going to… "Master Johnson, a-are you calling me?" she stammered, her voice shaky. Zack, leaning casually in the spacious tub, spoke with a hint of impatience. “You’re new, aren’t you?” "Yes." As soon as the words left her mouth, she ducked her head again, not daring to look up. She can’t afford to lose this job! "Come here!" Zack repeated, his hands resting on the tub’s edge. Turning slightly, his gaze softened, but his tone remained firm. “Scrub my back!” Amy hesitated for a few seconds before cautiously stepping forward. But just as she took a few steps, her foot slipped on an unnoticed puddle. “Aah!” Her sharp scream echoed as she plunged forward. Splash! Water surged around her, and panic set in as it filled her ears and nose, cutting off her breath. It was her first time experiencing the suffocating terror of near-drowning. The next moment, she felt a firm grip on her collar, pulling her upright. As she gasped for air, she found herself staring into a pair of deep, unreadable eyes. “S-sir…” Her voice quivered. “The floor was slippery. I didn’t mean to—” Her hurried explanation only made her sound guiltier. Zack’s gaze swept over her, taking in her drenched appearance. The soaked fabric of her dress clung to her body, outlining every curve. It wasn't the first time a woman had played a trick in front of him, but it was the first time... He watched as the woman hurriedly grabbed the edge of the bathtub and tried to get up. A faint scoff escaped his lips. It must be admitted that if this is a ploy, it’s surprisingly effective. Zack suddenly grabbed her by the collar, and she landed squarely against his muscular chest. "Look at me!" His voice seemed to be born with irresistible strength. Startled, Amy raised her gaze, only to be ensnared by his penetrating stare. His eyes were unfathomable, leaving her even more flustered. Her gaze dropped instinctively, landing on his thin, perfectly shaped lips. His lips are thin and nicely shaped. His arm was clasped around her waist, and it didn't seem to be much effort, but she couldn't move at all. The more she struggled, the closer they got. "You…" She barely managed a single word before his lips claimed hers. The electric sensation spread through her body like wildfire, leaving her trembling uncontrollably. Her mind blanked, a loud buzz drowning out every coherent thought. Zack had never broken his own rules for a woman—until now. But his self-control soon returned. He released her abruptly, letting her scramble away. Amy took advantage of the neutral position and immediately forced herself to support herself, climbing out of the bathtub and standing up. She was ashamed and angry when she remembered what had just happened. He stole her first kiss! She had always dreamed of saving it for someone she truly loved. And now, it was gone. Who did he think he was, taking it so lightly? So what if he was a billionaire? She was a maid, not his plaything! Zack glanced at her coldly, looking at her angry appearance, "Feel wronged? Leave, then." Amy was suddenly awakened by his words. No. She couldn’t leave. She absolutely couldn’t leave. She held back her emotions, said nothing, bowed her head, and went down the steps to get another towel. "No need!" Zack said curtly, grabbing a towel from the water to dry himself. Amy kept her head down and looked at the ground. The ground was full of water. She crouched down and wiped the water clean with a towel. He was wiping his body, and she was wiping the floor, wiping it extremely seriously. He looked at her earnest profile with a seemingly vague look. When the floor was spotless and her hands clean, he had finished drying off. "Towel!" Amy presented the towel with lowered eyes. He wrapped it around himself without sparing her another glance as he walked out. At this time, Amy's white skirt no longer dripped, but it was still completely wet. It was tightly attached to her body, which was extremely uncomfortable. But as his maid, she didn't have the right to care about her feelings at all, just bowed her head and followed his footsteps.