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“I think you’re the same girl that served me a coffee at a coffee shop.”
“Finn, we do not talk about that anymore.”
“Okay,” he said, laughing.
I wasn’t sure where I got my bravado from, but I was glad for it. I suddenly realized I was still holding his hand. It felt warm, hard, and like he could do wicked things to my body. I looked up at him and saw him looking down at me with curious eyes. I quickly pulled my hand away. “Well, let us go to the dining room,” I said. “This way,monsieur.”
“Yes, madam,” he said, grinning as he followed behind me.
I suddenly realized I had no idea where the dining room was and stopped. “Monsieur, could you do me a solid, please?”
“Do you a solid?” he asked. “What does that mean?”
I laughed, pretending I was being funny. “Will you show me the way to the dining room? I’m not sure where it is. I have not been given a tour yet.”
“You mean Benedict didn’t show you where everything was?” He looked annoyed. “What is going on?”
“Well, I think Benedict is not happy that Gladys left, and I think Gladys left because I got the job.”
“Yeah.” He shrugged. “She wanted me to hire her sister, but frankly, I didn’t like her attitude, and I didn’t really want a second Gladys working in my house.” He looked down at me. “Plus, she made some very rude comments about you.”
“Really? Like what?” My American accent was back again.
“Well, she said that because you were young and I was young, it would be improper for us to live in the same house and that you may try to make moves on me and try to seduce me.” It looked like he was laughing.
“Oh my gosh, why would I ever do such a thing?” I said, staring at him. “Like I said, I don’t date old men.”
“We both know I’m not an old man, Harriet. You said you’re, what, twenty-two?”
“Yeah,” I said, nodding. “And how old are you?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know,” he said, smirking.
“Yes.” Though I knew I didn’t care what his age was. If he wanted to have his wicked way with me, I’d say yes. “I mean, maybe,” I corrected myself internally.
I was starting to go bonkers over this man. I was acting like a sex-crazed teenage boy, which was not like me, seeing as I was twenty-two and a woman. And I was a woman who had had sex before. Granted, it hadn’t been anything that had blown me away, but I was still waiting for that one experience that would make me understand what it meant when books said fireworks were going off in the sky. I was ready for fireworks to go off in the sky, in my stomach, in my… Well… I licked my lips nervously as I looked up at him, wondering if he could read my mind. I certainly didn’t want him to know that I was thinking about his tongue doing very dirty things to me.
“This way,” he said. I followed behind him, and then we entered a large room. A huge oak wood table was sitting in the center with about sixteen chairs around it.
“This is really beautiful,” I said, “but are you sure you want to eat your breakfast here alone?”
“I figured we could eat breakfast together,” he said, “one of us at each side, just like in the days of yore.”
“The days of yore?” I asked him.
“You know, back in England when royalty sat at large tables and the king and queen sat on opposite sides.”
“Okay. Are we meant to be the king and queen?”
“Of course not,” he said. “I’m the king, and you are my wench.”
“I’m your what?” My jaw dropped.
“You’re my wench,” he said, laughing. “You ever heard that term before?”
“I have, and I don’t think I particularly want it used about me.”
“Okay,” he said. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
