‘Nearby, in Lancaster,’ she answered, expecting more questions to follow. They didn’t. Madeleine seemed content with the limited knowledge she had. Or perhaps Felixhadinformed his mother all about her?
Emma just wasn’t sure. In fact, there was quite a lot she was beginning to feel uneasy about, like the state of her ever-increasing attraction towards her boss for one. The line between a professional and personal relationship was gradually blurring. Emma felt drawn further and further into a situation out of her control; but as the same time didn’t want it to stop.
Meanwhile, Felix was having a nightcap with his mother in the drawing room.
‘So, what do you think of the house?’ he grinned, sitting opposite her.
‘Magnifique,’ she smiled, nodding her coiffured brunette head, she held her glass up, ‘Santé!’ she cheered him. Then, settling back comfortably on the sofa she assessed her son broodingly.
‘What?’ he half-laughed, knowing something was brewing.
‘Emma?’ she simply said.
‘…Is my housekeeper,’ he replied in an innocent tone.
‘I see.’ She smirked openly at him.
‘Sheis,’ he protested a touch defensively.
‘Maybe for now,mon chéri,’ she gently teased.
Felix knew better than to deny it. It appeared his mother’s intuition wasn’t far off the mark.
