He looked at her with that same confused expression. “I . . .”
“Oh, never mind,” Jenna said, becoming irritated with the slow man. She had work to do. She had to succeed. If not, she’d have to go back to being Jenna Newman, the unemployed. And homeless. “Just show me to my office. I’m sure Mr. Miller will catch up with me when he has time.”
The gardener’s gray eyes flashed at her, but then he let out a slow breath, shrugged, and carried her bags inside. She followed. She had never seen anything more impressive . . . not the gardener. The marble entryway . . . the cathedral ceilings . . . the grand staircase. It was amazing.
She followed him to a study off the main entrance. It was a masculine room with dark bookcases and a massive sturdy desk. Leather furniture was arranged in front of a fireplace. There was a scent that made her pulse quicken. She couldn’t quite place the scent, but it was as masculine and warm as the room.
This wouldn’t work, she thought. Beyond the intriguing scent, she felt as if she needed a cigar and tumbler of brandy to work in here.
“I don’t suppose there is another office I could use,” Jenna asked.
“You don’t like it?” he questioned.
“It’s not that. It’s just a little too . . . much.” But she had a feeling Mr. Miller would be quite at home here. Her hands were sweaty just thinking about meeting him. She really didn’t want to screw this up.
“The laptop is yours to use,” he said, pointing to the computer on the desk. “Feel free to explore and find a room you like. I’ll put your bags in your room. It’s on the third floor, second door on your right. I think you’ll like it.”
“Thank you. I’m sure you have work to do, so I’ll let you get to it,” Jenna said, dismissing the gardener and picking up her laptop.
When he left, she realized she’d never asked his name. That was rude of me, she thought. She’d never have a good footing with the staff if she didn’t take the time to find out their names and a little about them.
It was the thought of meeting Mr. Miller that had her strung a little too tight. She would make it a point to find the gardener later and apologize for her oversight. But right now, she was going to find a new spot to work . . . and then track down Mr. Miller.
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Books by Nicolette Pierce
Mars Cannon Novels
Deadly Dancing
Predator Patrol
Security Squad
Biker Brigade
Nadia Wolf Novels
The Big Blind
High Stakes
Cashing Out
Squeeze Play
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My Traitor
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