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Authors: Rose Francis
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where she was, a number of emotions assaulted her.
She tried to pick through them as she turned her alarm off, but she noticed a text message that suddenly grabbed her entire focus.
Seriously? the text from Jenna read.
A ball of dread formed in her stomach as Naomi imagined Jenna’s face once she found the note she’d left her.
She knew she had to touch base with her best friend and ex-roommate soon, and that they probably had a little more to deal with than a returned key, but she certainly had no time for Jenna today considering her busy schedule.
She made a mental note to try to arrange a meet-up with her on one of her breaks.
Though it was Naomi’s second day on the job, it was her first day starting from inside the home, and Kevin had her on a tight schedule so she started to get ready immediately.
She was filled with apprehension as she showered, unsure how her interactions with her boss would go.
She thought he might start to hit on her, and kept imagining various scenarios—plotting out how to respond, how to turn him down and discourage him without getting herself fired.
Was he going to invite her to lunch? Dinner?
Breakfast was served seven to seven thirty a.m., and she found herself eating alone in the time allotted, then she had to help with cleanup before reporting to Kevin’s office to see if he needed anything.
But Jeffrey intercepted her, letting her know she’d be working closely with the chef that day.
Before she knew it, she was helping to prepare lunch, and her day was almost halfway over.
Luckily, lunch was not a solitary affair—since they were also going about various tasks in the main house, Naomi was able to sit and mingle with the other workers.
All the while she couldn’t help wondering about Kevin—had he asked for his food to be delivered to his office? Why hadn’t he required her to bring it?
Was he deliberately avoiding her?
Had he remembered he was dealing with gum that got stuck to his shoe?
She started to feel silly about her earlier fears.
When Jeffrey asked her to take coffee up to the office, her heart leapt with excitement, and she realized how much she’d been longing to see Kevin.
But to her dismay, he wasn’t in the office when she arrived, and she placed the coffee down, her shoulders drooping in disappointment.
To her utter relief, he crossed her path as her official shift ended, and she was floored by the joy she felt seeing his face and his familiar tall, strong frame.
But the interaction was quick, and he didn’t even stop walking when he said,
“I’d like to hear about today. Meet me for dinner at seven.”
“Yes, Mr. Davenport,” she said, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t stop the huge grin from taking over her face.
She noticed no reaction from him, though his mouth twitched a little and light seemed to pass across his eyes as he continued on his way.
Her anxiety was now a happy anticipation.
She was officially off for the day, and she now had a good chunk of time to call and talk to Jenna, but the dread she felt at the thought of doing so stopped her cold.
She didn’t want to ruin her mood—she was looking forward to communing with Mr. Davenport once again and she didn’t want to show up with heavy energy.
She went to her room to wait the time out, and again she thought about the various possibilities for reactions should he go too far.
She had already figured out how to stop him from walking her to her bedroom after dinner again—not because she was afraid of him, but because she was afraid of herself.
She wanted him, and no matter how many ways she tried to reason herself out of the almost-crippling need she felt for him, her body wanted no part of her brain’s logic.
Dinnertime arrived quickly once she’d showered and gotten ready, and her heart pounded the whole way to the dining room.
She smiled wide when she saw him, and when he indicated the seat next to him again, she happily went to it, hoping he
She tried to pick through them as she turned her alarm off, but she noticed a text message that suddenly grabbed her entire focus.
Seriously? the text from Jenna read.
A ball of dread formed in her stomach as Naomi imagined Jenna’s face once she found the note she’d left her.
She knew she had to touch base with her best friend and ex-roommate soon, and that they probably had a little more to deal with than a returned key, but she certainly had no time for Jenna today considering her busy schedule.
She made a mental note to try to arrange a meet-up with her on one of her breaks.
Though it was Naomi’s second day on the job, it was her first day starting from inside the home, and Kevin had her on a tight schedule so she started to get ready immediately.
She was filled with apprehension as she showered, unsure how her interactions with her boss would go.
She thought he might start to hit on her, and kept imagining various scenarios—plotting out how to respond, how to turn him down and discourage him without getting herself fired.
Was he going to invite her to lunch? Dinner?
Breakfast was served seven to seven thirty a.m., and she found herself eating alone in the time allotted, then she had to help with cleanup before reporting to Kevin’s office to see if he needed anything.
But Jeffrey intercepted her, letting her know she’d be working closely with the chef that day.
Before she knew it, she was helping to prepare lunch, and her day was almost halfway over.
Luckily, lunch was not a solitary affair—since they were also going about various tasks in the main house, Naomi was able to sit and mingle with the other workers.
All the while she couldn’t help wondering about Kevin—had he asked for his food to be delivered to his office? Why hadn’t he required her to bring it?
Was he deliberately avoiding her?
Had he remembered he was dealing with gum that got stuck to his shoe?
She started to feel silly about her earlier fears.
When Jeffrey asked her to take coffee up to the office, her heart leapt with excitement, and she realized how much she’d been longing to see Kevin.
But to her dismay, he wasn’t in the office when she arrived, and she placed the coffee down, her shoulders drooping in disappointment.
To her utter relief, he crossed her path as her official shift ended, and she was floored by the joy she felt seeing his face and his familiar tall, strong frame.
But the interaction was quick, and he didn’t even stop walking when he said,
“I’d like to hear about today. Meet me for dinner at seven.”
“Yes, Mr. Davenport,” she said, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t stop the huge grin from taking over her face.
She noticed no reaction from him, though his mouth twitched a little and light seemed to pass across his eyes as he continued on his way.
Her anxiety was now a happy anticipation.
She was officially off for the day, and she now had a good chunk of time to call and talk to Jenna, but the dread she felt at the thought of doing so stopped her cold.
She didn’t want to ruin her mood—she was looking forward to communing with Mr. Davenport once again and she didn’t want to show up with heavy energy.
She went to her room to wait the time out, and again she thought about the various possibilities for reactions should he go too far.
She had already figured out how to stop him from walking her to her bedroom after dinner again—not because she was afraid of him, but because she was afraid of herself.
She wanted him, and no matter how many ways she tried to reason herself out of the almost-crippling need she felt for him, her body wanted no part of her brain’s logic.
Dinnertime arrived quickly once she’d showered and gotten ready, and her heart pounded the whole way to the dining room.
She smiled wide when she saw him, and when he indicated the seat next to him again, she happily went to it, hoping he
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