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I quickly correct myself. “Oh no, of course not. You’ve been amazing.”
“Good,” he says. But his brow stays knitted.
I’m terrified at the thought of insulting one of the wonderful staff members who’ve been so good to me. I gently touch his shoulder in reassurance. “It’s a compliment. It means, ‘you are very kind to me.’”
“Okay.” He gives a sigh of relief, followed by a nod. “Then I’ve done my job.”
“It’s just that I don’t deserve all of this spoiling!” I add.
“Well, madam.” He flashes me a secretive grin. “You must be very special to have caught Mr. Bachman’s attention. He’s never brought a woman here before.”
I let the comment sink in.
He’s never brought… any woman here before? I am the first person to ever sneak onto a Bachman’s private jet and live to tell the tale. And I was punished for it.
Severely.
My ass is still on fire underneath the thin silk of my dress. If he’s not fond of having women here, maybe he will let me go after all. I need more information.
I hold my hand out to Apollo. He oversees the entire staff. He’s the one to ask. “I want to thank you for making me feel so comfortable here.”
“It is our pleasure to host you, Miss Lindy. Maybe during your stay, you can help me perfect my English.” He gives my hand a warm squeeze.
“Your English is very good. But I’m happy to help. I used to tutor in college. Please, ask me any questions you want,” I say. “And may I ask you a question?”
He offers a bright smile. “Anything.”
I have a million questions for him. All concerning my captor. Why has he locked me in this house? How long will he keep me? What will he do with me?
“It’s about your boss. Mr. Bachman,” I say.
“Oh.” His face goes from jovial to icy.
I’ve struck a nerve.
Last night Apollo mentioned he prides himself on having received his hospitality training from a multi-generational line of staff who once served Prince Andrew of Greece. The instant change in his demeanor captures my attention.
Will I end up like the last person who dared to break through the powerful Bachman mafia’s nearly impenetrable bubble—a sunken vessel at the bottom of the Adriatic Sea, shackles of iron clasped around my ankles?
Deep down, I don’t think he will hurt me. He wouldn’t have gone to the trouble of bringing me here.
But…
I don’t know why.
Is it simply because I’m a woman? Do the Bachmans have a chivalry code or something? I know he’s got no issue punishing me, so is death where he draws the line?
“Madam?” Apollo’s voice drags me from my whirlwind of questions. He looks worried about what I might ask him.
His employer is not a man who would take his staff sharing secrets with me lightly. After all Apollo has done to make me feel welcome, I don’t have the heart to possibly get him in trouble. I change course.
“Sorry, Apollo. My mind wandered.” I just smile and say, “What time is Mr. Bachman expecting me for dinner?”
“Dinner?” The color comes back to his face.
“Yes,” I say. “He’s invited me to dinner.”
He can’t hide his sigh of relief. “Eight o’clock. The staff has chosen an outfit for you. I believe it’s being steamed in your room right now.”
