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Chapter 2

The brisk knocks had her standing up and wiping her tears with the hem of her shirt. She wasn't going to let her governess think she was some little girl that cried whenever papa did not let her get her way. She would be mature about it, maybe throw in a little bit of nonchalance.

“Miss Mordashov?” the voice that accompanied the knocks did not belong to her governess. It had to be the man, what the hell did he want? She ought to open the door and tell him off. That would do some good.

She put her hand to the handle when something caught her eyes- she wasn’t wearing anything under her shirt. Derr’mo!

Did he notice it when she walked out this morning?

She faces palmed. Of course, he noticed. Her father would not send somebody without a super keen eye for details to "watch" her every movement.

“Miss Mordashov?”

“One moment,” she replied, hurrying and throwing the nearest robe around her. Taking three deep breaths for composure, she walked to the door and opened it.

“How may I help you?”

“We need to go over your daily schedule so I can familiarize myself with how things work around her, especially how they affect you,” he answered her, curtly.

“Okay.”

“Shall we...?” his voice trailed off as his eyes surveyed her room and the items she had knocked over in her haste to get a robe, “or would you prefer we have the discussion somewhere…less personal?”

“Yeah, definitely,” Katya closed the door behind her and followed him, a mortified expression on her face.

“So,” he said as soon as she sat down in what her father called the “meeting room.”

She wasn’t sure how this man knew exactly to come here instead of just using the living room. She would not tell him either because she knew that her father hated people, even her, coming into this room without his permission.

If he knew this man, whose name she had forgotten, was in here he would be mad. Granted he would turn his cold displeasure on her, but she was used to it. But he would fire the suited man who was now rifling through his suitcase and stay angry for perhaps a week. Taking a little bit of the brunt was worth it.

"Your governess gave a little breakdown of how things are like in the house," the suited man said.

Katya nodded.

“I would like to hear it from you,” he added.

"I thought she told you everything? If you want to know everything and anything that goes on in the house, you have to ask Luyeva. She has been here longer than I have," Katya informed him. Besides, she wasn't about to start reporting all the stuff she did every day to him. Talk about a serious invasion of privacy.

"I was not sent here to look after your governess. So, if you don't mind-" he took out a pen and paper, "- you can start from what happens after you wake up."

Katya studied him, her eyes not shying away from his when they briefly met. For the most part, she was angry. He dismissed Luyeva like she was not part of the family. And why was he so calm? There was practically no expression on his face. They weren't playing poker for goodness sake.

“When you wake up?” he prompted.

She narrowed her eyes at him. Did he want information? Fine, she would give it to him- everything.

"Well, I usually wake up by 6 am on a school day. Then, "she smiled sweetly at him, "I take out my vibrator. I call him, pleasure. Cliché, right? Well, I take pleasure out of my nightstand drawer and push the duvet down so I can see my legs. Which is usually no problem because I like sleeping naked. Do you? I bet you do- you look like the kind of guy who would want to be in control of every part of his life-

“We are talking about you,” Michal interrupted her.

“Oh, I forgot. You see, I like to ramble and say things that are none of my business. Where were we?” Katya pretended to think for a second. “Yes! Pleasure, I was telling you about him and how he makes me so happy every morning.”

His expression turned cold and if looks could freeze, Katya could have sworn she was locked up in the freezer room where they kept perishable food items. Or the second room where she was not allowed to enter. What was with that room anyway? Wait- she was talking to suit guy. She couldn't think about the forbidden room yet.

At least she had gotten a rise out of him. It didn’t matter if the reaction made her want to curl up in front of the fireplace in her father’s office.

She raised an eyebrow at him. “Do you want me to stop?”

“Do you have anything better to tell me?” he retorted.

“Oh, I haven’t told you the best part. When I push the duvet down, I put on pleasure because he likes being turned on. When he gets turned on, he makes this noise that lets me know how happy he is to see me and how much he wants to make me happy too. Then I spread both legs, and he makes a slow climb from my knees all the way to-

“Katya!” Luyeva’s voice was loud enough.

“Yes, Luyeva?” Katya looked up at her governess who was standing behind suit man and shaking her head in disapproval.

“You should not be saying things like that. You are a respectable young lady!” she scolded her. “I am sorry, Michal. She is a stubborn young lady, but I assure you that we raised her better.”

Oh, Michal, that was his name. How did she forget that? Well, it did not matter.

She stood up. “Well, Michal thanks for the interview. Now, unless you want to keep following me around, I have better things to do,” she said and walked away.

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