Cherilyn Knight's Point Of View.
I fell asleep again, but the clinking of metals and glass jolted me awake. My heart raced as I blinked against the sudden light filtering into the room. I jerked in surprise when I saw Dorothy, the housekeeper, bustling around, preparing a meal on the Don's table.
"Good morning, Cherry," She said, not looking up as she arranged the plates and silverware with precision. I swallowed hard, unsure of how my sleeping in the Don's bed would look in her eyes. Would she think I was just another one of his playthings?
"The Don ordered me to bring your meal," She informed me, while her voice was steady and professional. "When you are done, just leave it at the doorstep of the bedroom."
I nodded, but anxiety bubbled in my chest. Dorothy's eyes seemed to catch some
