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already be at the club.”
“I didn’t realize that I needed to run my schedule by you,” he said softly. “Does my presence bother you?”
Yes. “No, of course not. I was just flustered.”
“Do I make you nervous, Ella? You don’t strike me as a woman who gets flustered easily.” He walked across the room and opened the top drawer to his dresser.
While his back was turned, she closed her eyes and shook her head. She was turning into a complete idiot. “I’m just still getting my bearings. I apologize if I sound nervous.”
Erik chuckled while he pulled out an envelope and closed the drawer. Feeling her heart beat a little bit faster, she tried to be sneaky and watch him in the mirror, but when his gaze met hers, her whole mouth went dry.
“So long as you keep to yourself, you have nothing to be worry about.” His voice was low, and she heard the warning in it. If she stuck her nose where it didn’t belong, she would have something to worry about. He tucked the envelope in his inside jacket pocket and turned to survey the room. “I prefer my corners tucked in at an angle.”
“Sure,” she said hoarsely. “I can do that.” At least, she’d look it up.
“I suppose I should have asked if you had any experience cleaning before I hired you as a maid. It’s now occurring to me that you would have been better suited in a different position.”
Position. Oh God. Her whole body ached at that word. She wanted to show him that she was actually quite good in several positions, but when he smiled at her, she had a feeling that he knew exactly what she was thinking. When he left the room, she blew out her breath slowly. What the hell was wrong with her? He’d said nothing about seeing her the night before. He probably didn’t even remember it.
Turning back to the bed, she redid the corner in an angle and stepped back to look at it. Frankly, she didn’t see how it made much of a difference, but Erik seemed like a particular man. It probably wasn’t a very good idea to piss him off.
After needlessly running the polish over the dresser, she finished up and left the room as quickly as possible. Erik’s bedroom was a dangerous place to be.
The other four bedrooms on the second floor were empty. She wondered where the rest of the staff slept. Did they have their own separate wing on the mansion? Why didn’t she sleep there?
There was no one in the kitchen at lunch, but she found a sandwich on the counter top. Snagging it, she opened the patio door and stepped outside to eat.
Immediately, five armed men whirled around with their hands on their holstered guns. She froze and almost dropped her sandwich. “I’m Ella. I’m the new maid,” she stuttered. Did they speak English? She didn’t know a lick of Russian except “da” and Stolichnaya vodka, and she didn’t think either one of those would help.
Unless she had the vodka to offer.
“Stand down,” a male voice said timidly. “She works here.” He added something in Russian, the same thing probably.
The guards immediately relaxed, and Ella turned to the newcomer. Unlike the other men she’d seen, he didn’t carry any weapons. “Thank you for that. I’m Ella, but I guess you already know that.”
“Danil,” he said quietly. “I sort of help with the hiring process around here. You should be careful about where you go when Mr. Chesnovak isn’t here.”
“Does everybody else need a chaperone when they walk around?” she snapped.
“Everybody else is Russian.”
“Right.” She lifted up her sandwich as if that explained anything. “I usually like to eat outside and soak up some sunshine. I’ll be more careful in the future. Why does Mr. Chesnovak need so much protection?”
He raised an eyebrow. “I would also suggest that you keep all questions about Mr. Chesnovak to yourself. He doesn’t pay you to pry.”
The man wasn’t rude about it, but Ella could hear the underlying tone in his voice. It was the second warning she’d
“I didn’t realize that I needed to run my schedule by you,” he said softly. “Does my presence bother you?”
Yes. “No, of course not. I was just flustered.”
“Do I make you nervous, Ella? You don’t strike me as a woman who gets flustered easily.” He walked across the room and opened the top drawer to his dresser.
While his back was turned, she closed her eyes and shook her head. She was turning into a complete idiot. “I’m just still getting my bearings. I apologize if I sound nervous.”
Erik chuckled while he pulled out an envelope and closed the drawer. Feeling her heart beat a little bit faster, she tried to be sneaky and watch him in the mirror, but when his gaze met hers, her whole mouth went dry.
“So long as you keep to yourself, you have nothing to be worry about.” His voice was low, and she heard the warning in it. If she stuck her nose where it didn’t belong, she would have something to worry about. He tucked the envelope in his inside jacket pocket and turned to survey the room. “I prefer my corners tucked in at an angle.”
“Sure,” she said hoarsely. “I can do that.” At least, she’d look it up.
“I suppose I should have asked if you had any experience cleaning before I hired you as a maid. It’s now occurring to me that you would have been better suited in a different position.”
Position. Oh God. Her whole body ached at that word. She wanted to show him that she was actually quite good in several positions, but when he smiled at her, she had a feeling that he knew exactly what she was thinking. When he left the room, she blew out her breath slowly. What the hell was wrong with her? He’d said nothing about seeing her the night before. He probably didn’t even remember it.
Turning back to the bed, she redid the corner in an angle and stepped back to look at it. Frankly, she didn’t see how it made much of a difference, but Erik seemed like a particular man. It probably wasn’t a very good idea to piss him off.
After needlessly running the polish over the dresser, she finished up and left the room as quickly as possible. Erik’s bedroom was a dangerous place to be.
The other four bedrooms on the second floor were empty. She wondered where the rest of the staff slept. Did they have their own separate wing on the mansion? Why didn’t she sleep there?
There was no one in the kitchen at lunch, but she found a sandwich on the counter top. Snagging it, she opened the patio door and stepped outside to eat.
Immediately, five armed men whirled around with their hands on their holstered guns. She froze and almost dropped her sandwich. “I’m Ella. I’m the new maid,” she stuttered. Did they speak English? She didn’t know a lick of Russian except “da” and Stolichnaya vodka, and she didn’t think either one of those would help.
Unless she had the vodka to offer.
“Stand down,” a male voice said timidly. “She works here.” He added something in Russian, the same thing probably.
The guards immediately relaxed, and Ella turned to the newcomer. Unlike the other men she’d seen, he didn’t carry any weapons. “Thank you for that. I’m Ella, but I guess you already know that.”
“Danil,” he said quietly. “I sort of help with the hiring process around here. You should be careful about where you go when Mr. Chesnovak isn’t here.”
“Does everybody else need a chaperone when they walk around?” she snapped.
“Everybody else is Russian.”
“Right.” She lifted up her sandwich as if that explained anything. “I usually like to eat outside and soak up some sunshine. I’ll be more careful in the future. Why does Mr. Chesnovak need so much protection?”
He raised an eyebrow. “I would also suggest that you keep all questions about Mr. Chesnovak to yourself. He doesn’t pay you to pry.”
The man wasn’t rude about it, but Ella could hear the underlying tone in his voice. It was the second warning she’d
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