“And when will he be back? I really don’t have all afternoon to wait.”
I studied her face for a moment.
“Who exactly are you?”
She tilted her head with amused curiosity.
“I’m Alexis,” she said. “Richard’s girlfriend.”
The word hung in the air between us.
Then she smiled brightly.
“And you must be the housekeeper.”
She laughed lightly, clearly pleased with her own observation.
“That makes sense,” she continued. “Although Richard usually hires staff who dress a little more professionally. Are you new here?”
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