Page 14 of The Mafia Princess

“Hey, you’re lucky I wore these because I usually like to sleep naked.”

Remington hadn’t thought she could get any redder, but he was wrong, so he decided to give her some space and get dressed before he burst out laughing.

“Lass, get me another pair of pants and a shirt and bring them into the bathroom.”

“I … okay.”

It was getting hard to hide his amusement over her embarrassment. The lass was definitely innocent. When she came through the door, she paused and stared as he conditioned his beard and mustache.

“You’ve never seen a man do this?”

She shook her head.

“Come here.”

She walked to him, and he lifted her hand so her fingers could feel his beard.

She smiled. “It’s so soft. I didn’t think it could be like this.”

He waited until she realized she was stroking his face even after he let go of her hand. A gasp tore from her throat, and she took a few steps back.

“I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be. I enjoyed it.” He pulled on his socks, pants, and shoes before lifting his shirt.

“Do you need anything else, sir?”

He shook his head. “No, Lass. We’ll be going down to breakfast after I’m dressed.”

“Oh, can’t I stay up here? I’m really not hungry at all,” she said.

“No, you’re with me.”

“Can I sit in the kitchen?”

“No. You’ll sit beside me.”

“But it’s just not done. Servants never sit with the family.”

“How would you know?”

“Because my father was serious about protocol, and servants eating with the family was a no-no.”

“Oh.” He knew the moment she realized she’d talked about something she was told not to. “So, is your father an important man?”

“Oh, I … well. Don’t you think we should go? They’re probably waiting for us.”

She scurried out of the room.

He followed closely behind, buttoning up his shirt and grinning. She definitely wasn’t good at lying. In fact, she sucked. He caught the bulge of her hair that she had put down the back of her shirt to hide and wondered how long and soft it was.

When he got to the dining room, several of the girls surrounded Anna, and he could tell she was ready to panic.

“Excuse us, girls. You can get to know one another after she eats.” He pulled out a chair and nodded to Anna. “Sit, Lass.”

She sat and immediately draped the napkin over her lap. He watched her carefully and found that she had better manners than most. He didn’t think an average maid would know these. How she sat and talked also revealed that she was more than she was telling him.

After the meal, he stood and pulled out Anna’s chair. “Stand up, Lass. I’ll be gone most of the day, so I want you to spend the time with the women.”

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