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ANTON

“She’s here,” Lev says, walking into the room.

I can see as much on the large monitors facing me. I like to keep an eye on things, and from the moment she walked up to the gates at the end of the driveway, I watched her.

She gawked at the mansion beyond, dumbstruck until my security guard, Mikal, directed her inside. He drove her up the long drive in one of the rugged black golf carts used to traverse the property. Cameras hidden amongst the foliage tracked her all the way to the front door and inside.

Now, she’s standing in the main foyer, looking extremely uncomfortable.

She’s wearing dark jeans and a white t-shirt that fits her snugly. She’s also got a sports bag strapped over one shoulder.

“You can show her to the kitchens,” I tell Lev.

He hesitates. “Don’t you wanna do that yourself?”

“No, I don’t intend to see her yet.”

He gives me an amused smile. “That’s gonna piss her off.”

“I’m counting on it.”

Shaking his head, Lev heads out of my office and goes back to the main foyer.

When he reappears on the screen, I’m annoyed that I can’t quite get a clear view of Jessa’s face. But her body language is plain enough.

She’s tense and watchful. Like she’s worried that something is going to jump out at her at any moment. I turn the volume up so I can catch their conversation.

“… Anton is in a business meeting,” he informs Jessa. “I’ll show you to the kitchen myself.”

Disappointingly, she doesn’t say anything as she follows Lev from the main foyer into the back annals of the mansion. I switch camera feeds when they walk into the kitchen.

Her eyes go wide as they scour the place. Even by her standards, it must seem over the top. There are two massive islands, each outfitted with large sinks and induction cooktops. The pantry is big enough to rent out to a family of four. And the whole space is suffused with natural light from the arched windows that overlook the garden.

“Are these marble?” she asks, running her fingers across the countertops.

“Calacatta marble,” Lev replies. “I’d tell you how much it costs, but I don’t think you’d believe me. Anyway, I think you’ll find everything you need here.”

“Wow.” I don’t hear her say it, but I can see her lips form the word. “This is quite the kitchen.”

She turns around to face Lev, which means she has her back to me. I don’t mind at all. Her jeans hug her ass to perfection, and it doesn’t take much for me to picture what that ass would look like naked and bent over.

My cock jumps to life in my pants. I keep my eyes glued to her figure as I listen to their conversation.

“What’s this?” she asks, pointing at the small stack of white paper on the counter.

“That’s your menu for today.”

“Menu?” She sounds confused.

“Yes, I believe Anton has curated the meal plan. You won’t need to worry about breakfast or lunch. So there’s only dinner to think of.”

“He planned the menu… for me?” she asks, sounding extremely affronted.

“Yes. Is that a problem?”

She scoffs. “I really shouldn’t be surprised. He struck me as a control freak from day one.”

Lev smiles. “Comes with the job.”


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