“Or what?” she asked and grinned.
“Whore, don’t you get it? I won’t fire you, I’ll put you in the ground.”
Her mouth dropped open. “What?”
“You heard me. And I’m telling you now, I don’t mind getting my hands dirty. Stay the fuck away from me, don’t talk to me, and don’t even look at me. I’m going to make Alastair aware of the situation tomorrow.”
A look of hatred hardened her face. “Why the fuck are youtreating me like this?”
“Because you’re a maid in my house. Nothing more, but for some reason, you think you’re going to be more, and it will never happen. Now, get the fuck out of here, and don’t you ever set foot in this room again.”
“You’re a bastard,” she hissed and walked out of the room.
He got up and locked the door before going back to bed. Hell, he needed to sleep, but he was so damn angry he knew it wouldn’t happen for a while.
Alastair was going to kick his ass, and he had to admit he deserved everything he would get.
Chapter Three
Martin was taking Angelica up another set of stairs. “This will be your room for as long as you stay, miss. Just dial one on the house phone if there is anything you need.”
“Thank you, Martin. I appreciate all that you’ve done.”
“You’re very welcome, miss.”
They stopped outside the door and looked down the hallway to see that maid from before walk out of a room wearing a sexy nightgown, smile smugly at her, and then walk away.
She looked at Martin and saw the disapproval on his face.
“Whose room is that?” she asked and pointed down the hall.
“That is Mr. Duncan’s suite.”
“Oh.”
“I have no idea what she was doing there, but I can guarantee it isn’t what you’re thinking,” Martin said.
Angelica exhaled and shrugged. “It’s not any business of mine what the family does. Thank you again. I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Yes, miss.”
Angelica closed the door and leaned back against it. God, she’d felt bile start to rise in her throat when Martin told her whose room it was. There went any chance at a relationship between the two, and even though she fought it, she still dreamed that it would happen eventually.
She saw that her things were put away and her clothing was up in the closet. So, she pulled down her nightgown, put up her hair, showered off quickly before putting it on, and then brushed her teeth. It usually didn’t take very much time to get ready for bed.
A sigh escaped when she finally relaxed into the soft mattress. The first sob caught her by surprise, and she turned topress her face into the pillow. The tears continued to come until there was nothing left.
It was ridiculous of her to grieve a relationship that had never happened. After blowing her nose, she settled in, closed her eyes, and slept.
When she woke the next morning, it was to find her pillow wet from the tears she’d shed while sleeping. Her head throbbed, and her eyes were swollen.
Dammit, why was she letting this man affect her so much? She refused to allow it. She rolled from the bed, took a few aspirins, and stepped into the shower, hoping the warm water would chase away the rest of the headache and wake her up. After, she dressed in a pretty sundress that flattered her figure and usually made her skin look luminous. That morning, she was too pale, and her eyes were too red to get the effect the dress usually had.
She was almost tempted to stay in her room until she looked better but knew her sisters would hound her, and she didn’t want them to know the depth of her humiliation.
She was shutting her door when she heard the one down the hall open. She almost hurried into her room and shut the door.
Angelica turned and walked away as fast as she could, then gasped when her arm was caught, and she was turned around.