Master Valentin Walker had a strict policy against those who would rob and deceive him. Today, his estate’s most recent hire had crossed that line. She had been tasked with delivering a triple tiered cupcake display to the dining room for the evening’s banquet. Somewhere in the admittedly long transit from kitchen to the dais in the event hall, one chocolate frosted cupcake had been lost.
It was only a dessert—but in his experience, a maid whose small crimes went without apprehension eventually set eyes on his personal heirlooms.
Not to mention, he’d had his eyes on the new hire. There was something in the way she walked, a salaciousness to the sway of her hips that could not be intentional, yet could not be hidden. In a sea of uniformed girls, Master Valentin never failed to spot her. He never set out looking. His gaze just seemed to trail Selena Vosshall.
He found Selena in the dining room, bent over to scrub a drop of dried wine off the floor with her dish rag. He imagined laying a hand on her shapely derriere, placing it under her skirt, resting it on the curves beneath.