The Devil Is The Duke

turned to Emeera. “Emeera I know you are in desperate need of a job but are you sure y

this job. But than

omise not to judge a

d her friend. “See you at home. I’ll come back with stories every night and I wil

of Savoy, Emeera and Mr. George, the Duke’s attorney. She was passed her contract of employment to sign. Emeera’s hands sho

r eyes steady on his brown eyes. “My long time head maid, Mrs. Fletcher will show you…” as if she knew she was being summoned, Mrs. Fletcher, a thin woman wit

the staff and contractors,” The Duke said. “Ms. Charles, meet the efficient Mrs. Fletch

ttle curtsey; she was obviously happy with the compliments. Eme

er till she has familiarized herself at leas

at every point she ran into him. With her ancestors from the middle East, she was still a stranger to the European culture of the gentry. But everyone in the duchy of Savoy made it look so natural. Plus, the duke ha

p up here with the family. But it was not always so, when the Duke’s father was alive, the house manager had to sleep in a room on the ground floor with the othe

st manor ma

ou are the first female m

ed? where did t

if you want to last here, you hav

laid with shiny white silk, the curtains were made of white linens. The whole room was immaculate white like nobody had been there before. Surely this was a mistake, Emeera thought. Or maybe they were here to do something before going to her room. She co

om?” Emeera asked in a tiny voic

throw pillows that looked perfectly arranged to Emeera.

nd. Is this the room the previous hous

s house,” she said sharply. But softened immediately after saying that. “If you must know, the last manager did not sle

” Emeera asked before

e doors and said the room must be occupied to preserve it. Since then,

it to me? Whe

s done now. The mistress suite is finally open to the public.” She looked at Emeera like she was unfit to even stand in the

saw those Middle Eastern sand dunes, she was a child and her mother had just died. She could not remember much, not even her mother’s face. She snapped out of the depressing thoughts

oice asked, causing Emeera to j

r you come in.” she curtseyed and k

e the room?

Sorry, your Grace. I

him. “Mrs. Fletcher must have told you this once belonged to the Lady of Savoy

e d

oor glided open to reveal a large master bedroom. His room and her room was divided by a glass door. The master bedroom was a sharp contrast to her feminine room. Everything there was black and gold and masculine. Even the fragrance smelled like a jungle. The room was dark with heavy black and gold curtains covering every window while her own room

and now he wanted her in a room that was separated from his own

ny of your servants

irst general renovations. The servants were all gone the we

doesn’t know?

n my account, dear Ms. Charles,” he said as he saunte

ce. May I continue to live

e last statement caused a reaction in Emeera that the Duke caught. “And why do you look horrified? Trust me Ms. Charles, if I meant that kind of service, you would be the last woma