~CHAPTER NINETY SIX~
Of course she wasn’t.
My jaw tightens.
I turn sharply. “Tia.”
The housekeeper appears almost immediately, rushing forward, her head lowered respectfully. “Yes, ma’am.”
“I remember clearly saying I was expecting a guest,” I say, my voice calm but firm. “A room should have been prepared for her, and she was to be treated well.”
“I’m sorry, ma’am, but…” Tia hesitates, her eyes flickering nervously.
“But what?” I press.
“Because I told her not to take your guest’s bag inside.”
The voice cuts in before Tia can finish.
I don’t even need to turn, because I know damn well that is Ivy.
She descends the stairs slowly, her presence deliberate, her expression calm in a way that’s meant to provoke.
God. This b***h is testing me.
And I’m dangerously close to letting her
