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She kept staring through me, deep into a soul I didn’t think existed, searching my face for something she’d never find.
Emotions.
“She’s very pretty.” Farrow’s frown smoothed out. “Glossy hair, red lips, almond eyes?—”
“You’re better than that,” I interjected, wondering internally if she truly was.
“Better than what?”
“Describing minorities through food.”
She seemed surprised, but not defensive. “I never thought of it that way.”
I arched a brow. “How would you feel if I said you have pancake eyes?”
She tipped her head back, snorting. “Duly noted. Although…”
“Yes?”
“For the record, I love almonds.Andpancakes.” She groaned. “God, I love pancakes. Ooey, gooey chocolate-chip pancakes topped with extra almonds.”
She was ridiculous. Completely unhinged.
Yet, my lips twitched, fighting a smile.
“You may leave now.”
She squinted. “Aren’t you going to thank me?”
“For what?”
“Your hand!”
“Thank you for my hand?” I blinked, deliberately not getting it. “You didn’t stitch it back together, Octi. You merely wrapped it in film.”
“Wow, you’re a jerk.”
She pivoted, stalking out of the bathroom.
And you’re mine.
I’d make sure of it.
“Don’t forget to clean the breakfast conservatory,” I called after her. “My date left some crumbs.”
The Sun manor sparkled by the time I finished my first day.
Sure, I’d commandeered Zach’s obnoxious war vehicle for a joy ride and flipped the stone penis on the Roman statue in the garden maze upside down. (Not like I was the one who broke it in the first place.)
But overall, I’d left the place in better shape than I’d found it, granted it’d already come in tip-top condition. Nothing out of place. Not even a toothpick.
When I yanked the heavy double doors open and slugged toward my ancient Prius, my lock screen read half past seven. Way too late to trek down a quarter-mile driveway in the pitch dark in any other town but Potomac.
All the other homes on Dark Prince Road lit up with lights. Not Zach’s. Nope. He preferred to broadcast what a hellish existence he lived.
I trudged down the driveway, cursing my new boss.
This morning, when I’d pulled up to the iron gates, a security guard had instructed me to park outside the property.
