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“I wouldn’t discuss your private life out of human decency, Mr. Knox. You have a right to not be exposed in front of the public every time you blow your nose and I’ll do my best to protect you from that.” She was my warrior for justice now? “I meant Sofi. I want to protect Sofi from that.” Ah, so she was aware of the stories about my sister’s death. Of course she was, the press made a shit show out of it.
“Good. That would be it for the paperwork. Emily will email you signed copies of those.”
“Thank you.”
“Let me show you around the house. Take notes if you must, because I don’t have time to give you a tour every time you forget where the pantry is. Understood?”
“Yes, sir.”
Fuck. Me. This was going to be hard. Having Amelia in my home, bending to my will and biting her tongue because she worked for me was going to be hard. I almost wanted for her to give me attitude and push me to my limits so I could crack my belt on her ass. The thought of seeing red stripes on her pale skin was mouth-watering.
While we were walking across the ground floor, I showed her every room that was of interest—the kitchen and the living room—and then I started going up the stairs. This part of the house was where she was going to spend most of her time anyway, and whatever doors I didn’t open today were off limits to Miss Hart.
“I will expect you to stay in your quarters as much as possible.”
“What do you mean, Mr. Knox?”
“I mean that when I’m home, I don’t particularly wish to be interrupted by a screaming baby. I have a lot of work to do, so stay in your part of the house or go outside.”
It was Amelia’s turn to look like she got slapped.
“You’re expecting me to keep Sofi locked away onher side of the houseand away from you?”
“Yes, Miss Hart. We speak the same language, right?”
“Yes, but…”
“Then why do I have to keep repeating myself with you? Don’t test my patience. I’m not the man for that.” Every woman that disobeyed my commands ended up over my knee with a red ass. I would be more than happy to demonstrate that to Amelia.
“I’m sorry.” She sounded cold, like a snow storm in Colorado. “You can call me Amy.”
“Excuse me?”
“I know I have to call you Mr. Knox because you’re my boss, but you can call me Amy.”
Fuck no. Amy was a juvenile name.
“I will stick with Miss Hart.”
“Fine.” I couldn’t believe my fucking years. She was pissed.Shewas pissed and I could see she would love to tell me off. Maybe I was wrong before. This woman didn’t have an ounce of submission in her bones, but I was still more than willing to train her.
I opened the room to the guest suite and encouraged her to walk in. I figured it was spacious enough because it had one living room and TV area, a bedroom, and a full bathroom. Plus, it was away from my bedroom and the toys that would make Amelia run for the hills with her cheeks burning up.
“This is your room, as you can see all your things are here.”
“Where is Raoul, I want to thank him.”
“Why? It’s his job.”
“Because it’s the polite thing to do.”
Polite my ass. Her tone was too sweet to be just politeness.
“Should I mention, Miss Hart, that I have a zero-tolerance policy for relationships between my staff members?”
Was she into older men? I looked at her file for hours after she left. She was twenty-six, four years younger than me, and she worked as a schoolteacher. The school terminated her recently, but the reason was unstated. I was going to look into that, but my decision to give the job to Amelia was already made. Maybe she was not attracted to women, but was she attracted to men twice her age? She was adopted when she was seven. Was the absentee father haunting her now, pushing her to chase father figures? Raoul was in his fifties; he was fitting the profile.
“I don’t know what you’re trying to insinuate, Mr. Knox, but I’m not romantically interested in your driver. He moved all my things and I wanted to thank him.”
