The room they walked into was just as fascinating as the rest of the building. One wall was lined with mirrors, and the opposite with windows and French-style doors leading out a magnificant balcony which over-looked the rear garden. Part of the room was curtained off, probably the wash area, and the other half was occupied almost fully by a desk and a king-sized bed.
On the bed, though, lay a gorgeous young woman. She sat up and stretched. Alex took a step back in shock. She had long, shining black hair pulled back in a braid, and once her eyelids fluttered open, Alex was frozen by the most beautiful sky blue eyes. His tongue felt heavy in his mouth as he lost all ability to speak.
She yawned and set her hands in her lap. "This is the boy who wants to be my assistant?"
Rosette nodded, noticably upset by the looks Alex was giving the woman. "Yes, miss. This is Alexander Jaques."
"Jaques," the woman repeated slowly. "Alexander Jaques, I like it. How old are you?"
Alex remained unable to speak until a slight shake from Rosette brought him back to earth. "Sixteen, miss."
The woman clapped her hands together and smiled. "Sixteen? Amazing how that works! Rosie here is fifteen."
"Much younger than sixteen," Rosette's mother said quickly.
"Oh, pooh," the woman said. "Don't be such a spoil sport, Violet. I saw the way they were making eyes just before. Age means nothing. After all, Charles is twenty-nine, and I'm only twenty-four."
Alex had to keep imagining Rosie in his mind in order to keep from staring at the woman, after all, Rosie and her mother - Violet - kept refering to her as 'miss'. She must be Mrs. Gildred.
The woman threw her legs over the side of the bed and stood. Alex's eyes went wide when he saw she was wearing a silken night gown that didn't quite reach the knees of her long, long legs.
Violet rushed foreward and handed the woman a silk bathrobe. "Mrs. Gildred, you must cover yourself in front of other men!"
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