“Max!” She had no words to express her shock. He was here, in a house in Serenity Cove? And had hired her services? “What…?”
His face was sober, his expression careful. “Thank you for coming.”
The young employee looked from one to the other, curious. Sienna tried to recover from her shock by slipping into business mode. “What seems to be the problem?”
He folded his arms across his chest. “I am dissatisfied with the service I received.”
“In what way? What exactly are you dissatisfied with?”
“She missed a spot behind the stove.”
Next to her, her employee began to protest, and Sienna assured her she would handle the client. “I stand by my employee, Mr. Lavigne. If that is the extent of your complaint, I will be forced to assume that thereisno complaint.” She waited for him to reply, but none came.
She turned to Angelica. “You’ve done nothing wrong. You know how it is: sometimes clients have no idea what they really want.” She threw a glare in his direction. “Why don’t you go back to the office, clock out, and take the rest of the day off. Your pay packet won’t be affected.” She added sharply, “As a matter of fact, given that the client has lodged an unsubstantiated complaint, I’d say his deposit has been forfeited. I’ll be adding it to your account as a tip.”
This information made Angelica brighten considerably, and she hurriedly collected her purse and made for the company car outside before either of them changed their mind. As she passed by him, Max murmured, “I am sorry, mademoiselle.”
He’d better be sorry,Sienna thought. He’d caused Angelica undue stress.
Alone with him at last, Sienna immediately went on the offensive. “Now, I want you to tell me just two things. One, how did you find me? And two, why the hell are you here?