Chapter 9

Olivia woke up to the sound of the curtains moving , letting in a ray of sunshine into the room.

Mary turned, a big wide smile on her face.

Olivia couldn't help but regard the blonde suspiciously.

There seemed to be something awfully wrong with her and the way her smile never seemed to reach the depth of her eyes….

"Good morning madam! Would you like to have a cup of coffee?"

Olivia took a glance around the room. Mr Stranger didn't come back last night…

Where did he spend the night?

He could have joined her in the middle of the night and she wouldn't have noticed as she was a heavy sleeper.

"Madam?"

Olivia averts her gaze to Mary, her mind blank as she clearly didn't hear a word she had said.

"Would you like a cup of coffee? Or smoothie?"

"Smoothie…."

Olivia's eyes dart open in awareness.

That's it!

She's been wondering what she would be doing during the day and now she had it figured out!

She could practice and prefect her catering skills.

Olivia got out of bed and pulled her nightrobe on her way out much to Mary's shock.

She could get fired for allowing Olivia walk around in her night robe!

"Miss Olivia! You can't…."

Olivia was half way down the stairs , heading straight to the kitchen in obvious excitement.

Olivia went through all the appliances in the kitchen, startling the chef and the maids.

"Madam, you can't be in here! We could get fired" Mary pleaded

"I want to make my own smoothie. I'll be right out after. I promise"

"Madam, you can tell us what fruit combination you would like and we will make it available. You really don't have to be here madam" the chef offered

"You could cut yourself madam and that would be the end of us"

One of the maid said in horror.

"Now, Mr Stranger is not here…."

"Mr Stranger?" Mary looked confused

"Your boss. The masked guy?" Olivia remembered

Of all the names their boss had been labelled in the past and in the present, Mr Stranger was definitely different.

"He's not here and if he yells at you, tell him I threatened you with a knife"

Olivia found her way around, working out her favourite combo meticulously.

There was absolutely nothing they could do or say to persuade Olivia to leave.

The chef was shocked to see how well Olivia handled the knife. It was clear the young madam is no amateur.

Olivia waited for the food processor to give her the final results. She could tell she wasn't the only one eager to know what the combo would taste like.

Olivia smirked, they were all so eager to drive her out of the kitchen less than five mintues ago.

Or she could give them a taste and force their boss's name out of their mouth!

Not even Mary was willing to tell her.

What was so mysterious about this man that his name was forbidden in the house?

Is he ugly or something?

Is that why he has that werid mask on all the time?

Or it is a way of ensuring she wouldn't come back for her child.

Her heart sank at the thought of having to part with a child she would carry for nine months.

Can she really do that?

The blender stops and Olivia pours her smoothie in a cup..

Everyone stared at her with eager eyes, Olivia smiled.

"All done. I'll leave the kitchen as agreed"

She heads straight out , glad to hear the murmured disappointment.

Olivia was laying a trap for them and slowly they'd crawl into it without realising!

The next time she would step in there, she would be making brownies and boy how hard they would fall to get a taste!

Olivia took a shower and spent her day watching countless movies till she lost track of time.

To her shock, it was already late at night and Mr Stranger should be returning home anytime soon…

Home ..

Could she really call this place her home? She would be staying back for a year but that doesn't make this her home…

The door swings open and the masked man strolled in.

Olivia swallowed at the sight before her.

He had his suit off and the first few buttons of his white shirt undone .

His hair looked like he had ran his fingers through it recently and his lips…

How could she not have noticed such thin, red and sexy lips? His jawline and the way his muscles ripped in that shirt …

Olivia wanted him to take it all off but she knew he would head straight into the shower before she could see him undress …

Undress?

Goodness, she must have lost her mind!!!

"Why did you go to the kitchen?"

Olivia's eyes snapped up to meet his but she couldn't tell if she was staring into his face or his nose as the lights were dim…

"Uhm?"

"Don't play dumb with me" he growled

"I didn't think any of the maids was capable of switching"

He chuckled and she found herself immersed in the thought of having those lips on hers …

"If you need anything, you ask the chef and he'll get it for you! The last thing I want to hear is that you were involued in a domestic accident. I wouldn't give a damn cause I don't have the time"

Olivia frowned.

She got out of bed , forgetting she only had a white shirt on and her underwear.

Nothing else….

"Do you really think I would stay with you for a whole year and spend each day doing absolutely nothing?"

The urge he felt to rip off that shirt and touch her overwhelmed every cell…

Why does her proximity seem to distort his thinking?

"And I can take care of myself. I don't need you to watch over me"

How could he be attracted to the fire in her eyes, knowing it is purely out of irritation?

"I have chefs for a reason. You stay out of their way and we don't have a problem."

"Based on the contract I signed, there's nothing on it that talks about staying out of the kitchen"

And she is so smart…

If she knew who he was, she wouldn't dare to challenge him that way…

He smirked , he found her amusing.