Layla’s POV
My heart nearly jumped out of my chest.
"Good morning Ma'am." The stranger greeted turning to me with a smile that made it difficult to overlook his European charm.
Naomi's voice cracked through the phone. 'Who's that Layla?"
"Oh miss! I'm terribly sorry. I didn't mean to frighten you. I'm Enzo. I was called upon by Henrik as your butler. I figured you just arrived and you don't have a cook yet so I decided to run you a little something to eat later."
"Layla, take the phone to his face!" Naomi barked.
I raised the phone to his face slowly with fear still lingering in my eyes.
"Damn girl! This man is fine!!" Naomi screamed so much that my fear was replaced with embarrassment.
I turned the camera swiftly from Enzo's face.
"I'm sorry," I waved at Enzo in embarrassment. "
