at

tting on her chest like a pile of bricks. Starting tomorrow, she wouldn't be heading to the Grand Hayat. Nope. Instead, s

had she gotten

nd agreed to his ridiculous terms. Now here she was, mentally banging her head against a wall. What really rattled her cage was-how in Go

done was done. No use c

? Forget

just won a bloody jackpot. She rolled over, cursed him under her breath, and called him every name under the sun:

s voice echo

rive you to my mansion. Be ready at 7 a.

That was an ungodly hour for someone like

ched a brow and gro

e'd muttered like a

record as she jolted upright in bed, ey

5 a

hi

shed her teeth like a maniac, tossed on whatever semi-decent outfit she could grab, and flew out the door

o the sleek bla

eated inside with an expression th

e, trying to smooth things over. He'd been kind at t

look. "You were suppo

en at him. "It's only 8:10. That's

lton, in case you forgot, from today onward, your

hat!" she

so know your work s

ho in their right mind

r b

ght. O

ain. She now worked for a man who probably drank stre

of the staff. The place was massive-grand chandeliers, p

eeper. Lily, meet Miss Annabelle Hamilt

. Did this guy change maids like socks? Or was he ju

istressed young maid walked in ca

Richard didn't like

porcelain. Who the hell drinks c

tray. "I have to make

ing on?" M

ing. Snapped at everyone, broke

a new personal maid now. Miss Hamilton's job is to deal wi

macked. Why is this man so extra? Was he ju

ime to figure it out.

ipped up a fresh cup of coffee-dark, strong, no sugar,

and waited, her heart

me

the door...

ound his hips, hair damp, muscles on full display. The man

the mirror and raised a

y placed the cup on the table.

ked at the cup

And where's

blinked.

ant wore a black and white outfit. She swallowed hard, nodded, and turned

Miss Ha

oze. Her he

being late. That ca

ood her ground. "I know I w

vil himself. "Get my b

t her watch.

stairs like a b

a damn good cook. But when Lily handed her a list of Richard's preferred bre

had prepped a f

rest? Al

, and set the table with military precision. Whe

utes to

fit was a tight little number-a black miniskirt, white blouse almost sheer, and fi

no time

m just as Richard entered-and hi

cond, Richard Barton looked l

was ready to kill so