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“Don’t go that way.” I glanced back at him, my brow furrowed. “The staircase over there will take you back upstairs and comes out near your room. Use this one from now on when coming in and out of the kitchen. The dining room is reserved for the masters alone.”
Wrinkling my nose, I wiped my hands against each other and changed my direction to head for the stairs. However, once more, I was stopped by Darren’s voice.
“By the way, if you are in your room, you should always lock your door, especially at night.” He gave me one of those firm, no-nonsense looks that didn’t leave any room for questioning.
So, I didn’t.
Taking the stairs two at a time, I couldn’t wait to get to my room and process all of this. Today had been an interesting day, to say the least, and I could only assume it would only get worse.
When I got to my room, I worked on unpacking what little I had and made a note to myself to go buy some more suitable work clothes. I couldn't imagine cleaning in dress pants, and they hadn’t specified a dress code. By the time it was time for bed, I had showered and changed into an oversized t-shirt. I pulled back the covers of my new bed and sighed into the sheets.
Even the thread counts of the servant’s beds were better than anything I had before. It was like sleeping on a cloud.
I'd barely closed my eyes when there was a knock on my door. I sat up, but the doorknob turned before I could answer, and I cursed myself for not locking it.
A dark head poked in the doorway and when those piercing blue eyes saw that I wasn't asleep, Wynn threw the door open. “Ah, you're still awake.”
I scooched up in the bed, pulling my covers closer to me. “Uh, yeah. Was just about to go to bed actually.”
Wynn hummed, and his eyes went around my room. “The last few maids didn't do much to this room. They didn't last long enough.” He winked at me. “But I have a feeling you'll be different.”
Clearing my throat and yelling at my libido to chill the fuck out, I wrung my hands in my lap. “I hope you're right.”
We're quiet for a moment, and I wondered what the gorgeous man was doing in my room. It certainly broke the no fraternizing rule his brother had all but drilled into my head.
“So, your brothers seem nice.” I figured I'd at least prod him for answers since we were breaking the rules and everything.
Wynn’s eyes crinkled at the sides. “Then you don't know them very well.”
“Not as nice as you?” I teased.
Snorting, Wynn moved over to my bed, his fingertips trailing along the line of my legs under the bedspread before sitting down at my side. “Let's just say they lack my charms as well as several other redeeming qualities.”
“Oh. Well, I’m sure we'll get along just fine.” I gave him a hopeful smile.
“Enough about my brothers,” Wynn said, taking my injured hand in his own. “Tell me about you. Do you have any family?”
My brows scrunched together as he unwrapped my hand, his fingers brushing along my skin and making me shudder. “Uh, yeah.” I licked my lips and tried not to faint. “I have parents and siblings. We don’t really talk.”
“That’s too bad.” His voice was low, his eyes intently focused on the cut on my hand. It had stopped bleeding already but still stung. “Does it hurt?”
“A little.”
“Here, I’ll fix that.” Wynn leaned forward and brushed his lips against the palm of my hand. I felt the touch of his lips all the way down to my toes. I curled my legs close to me, hoping he couldn’t tell how turned on I was by him.
He peered up at me from beneath his long lashes, his nostrils flaring. “Better?”
Swallowing hard, I jerked my head up and down twice and breathed out, “Yes.”
Even with my reassurance, he didn’t release my hand. Wynn’s mouth hovered over my skin. My pulse jerked at the heat of his breath as he laid a kiss on my wrist. I squirmed in place, the tiny panties I wore becoming increasingly uncomfortable.
“Wynn.”
Antoine’s voice startled both of us. I jerked my arm out of Wynn’s grasp and shoved it under the covers as if that would save me from the hot, needy feeling swirling around in between my thighs. I couldn’t look up at my boss my face, hot and stinging from embarrassment.
Wynn didn’t seem to have the same issue. He flashed me a toothy grin before standing. Strolling across the room, he gave me a languid wave. “Good night, little maid.”
I didn’t reply, keeping my eyes down on my duvet. However, when the bedroom door didn’t shut right away, I chanced a look up.
