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But Anderson only continued looking expectantly at her, and it took her a moment to understand that he meant for her to walk inside first.
Right. She shot the butler a scowl. "You know you're being ridiculous about this, don't you?"
Anderson kept looking at her.
"Oh, for heaven's sake...fine." She marched past the butler. "Happy now?"
"As a clam, miss."
Spencer scowled. Like boss, like butler. But she forgot her irritation soon enough when Anderson led her past the library's ceiling-high shelves and straight into a...secret room behind an alcove.
"Wow."
"You are part of the master's family now," Anderson said simply.
Just like the rest of Etienne's apartment, the secret room was regal and masculine, with leather couches, a massive stone table in the center, and mahogany shelves set against old brick walls. A sconce hung on every corner column, and twenty feet above them was a vast, antique wagon-wheeled chandelier.
"A bat cave for nerds?"
"I shall let the master know—-"
"Sheesh, Anderson, you know I was just kidding." She then pointed to the pile of heavy-looking tomes on the desk, asking, "Anyway, are those the books Mr. H left for me?"
"Yes, miss."
Spencer made a face. "Can you please stop calling me that?"
"Of course. Would you prefer, being that our master is also a prince—-"
"Don't you even dare."
"If, on the other hand, wedding bells are imminent—-"
Spencer blanched.
"Maybe I should instruct the staff and have them practice addressing you as Mrs. Hirsche—-"
"Shut up, Anderson. Just shut up."
The butler allowed himself a polite smile. "My mistress' wish is my command."
Spencer groaned. Like boss, like butler, she thought again, and it would do well for her to remember that Anderson had always been (and would always be) on Etienne's side. Even so-—
"Level with me, Anderson." She clasped her hands behind her back in an effort to keep herself from wringing them. "You think it's weird, don't you? That we're...together?"
"Not at all."
"Yeah right."
"You are not the first person to work as his driver, miss."
Spencer frowned.
"The master's former drivers were always happy to squire his girlfriends about." Anderson's tone was kind. "You, however, were the only one who always seemed in danger of crying..."
Oh.
She swallowed hard.
