Rose (The Billionairess, #1.5)

Chapter 6: Such A Handsome Man

No proper butler is without a uniform. One of the first things I requested from Thomas were his clothing measurements. I even brought in my personal stylist to measure every inch of his body to craft the perfect suit for him. He was going to be Rose Delacourt's butler, after all. He needed to be dressed for the job.

Once the suit was complete, I sent my stylist on his way and sent Thomas into the other room to change. I sat on the couch and patiently waited for an appropriate time to check in on him.

As I waited, I couldn't help but listen closely to the sounds in the other room. I heard the ruffle of clothes as he stripped them off, the metallic clank of his belt as he took it off to pull down his pants. That boy was undressing, barring his body, in just the other room, with only a thin wall to block the view. I closed my eyes and crossed my legs in order to compose myself against the thought.

Once I was sure he was ready, I peeked through the door inside. Indeed, he was dressed, standing in front of the mirror adjusting his tie and smoothing back his hair. He seemed a bit awkward, like he wasn't used to wearing a suit like that. But I couldn't stop staring.

My goodness, he was a handsome young man. He was not conventionally attractive, but there was something about a really nice suit that turned even the most mediocre men into dashing gentlemen. It was made all the more better knowing I had picked the uniform, had it tailored to the exact measures of that lovely body of his. I liked dressing him up like my little Ken doll.

I walked up behind him and and put my hands on his shoulders, and looked at him in the mirror.

"Need help with that tie?" I said.

He seemed startled by my sudden appearance, as if I were a ghost.

"My apologies, Miss Delacourt" he said. "Back at Montgomery's we had bow ties. I haven't worn a tie like this in some time."

I watched him try and fail to properly tie the thing. His throat was such a lovely, pale thing.

"Let me assist you" I said.

Before he could deprive me the opportunity, I turned him around and reached his throat. I'm that moment, I felt a rush. Made all the more better by his surprise expression.

I tied up his tie, tugging it up to his throat. Then, as a test, and because I just couldn't help myself, I gave it a really tight tug so the fabric was tight around his throat. He made a little grunt, but did not say anything. What a good boy.

"Now you look handsome enough" I said, releasing him.

"Thank you, Miss Delacourt."

I nodded and stepped away. I tried to shake the unseemly images flashing in my head. This was only his first day. The poor boy was knew to the job. I needed to go slow and maintain professionalism. And I knew if I kept my hands on him, I would do something I'd regret. So I moved towards the chair by the fireplace, away from him.

"Since this is your first day, I should explain some guidelines" I said. "I have emailed you your work schedule, which I have adjusted to fit with your university schedule. You must arrive here at seven, and have the apartment spotless by the time I return from work at around ten. That should be more than enough time. Your chores include cleaning every surface, the floors, doing laundry, washing dishes and anything else of that sort. I usually go out to dinner, but I may ask you to prepare a meal if otherwise. You are not to leave until I come home and give you permission."

"Yes, Miss Delacourt," he said.

I loved when he said that. "Yes, Miss Delacourt." No objections, just obedience. I started thinking about other things I could have him say. What words could I put in that sweet mouth of his?

"Another thing," I said. "You are to address me as mistress, not Miss Delacourt."

"Why?" he said.

I gave him a look. I did not like it when he questioned me. And I could see the shiver my gaze sent through him.

I needed to remind this boy who he was working for now.

"I have made billions from one simple thing, Thomas" I said. I stood up and approached him the way a lurking predator would. I watched him shrink smaller and smaller under my gaze. "I demand what I want. I demand respect. I demand my workers give me better than their best. I have made a fortune from being a ruthless bitch. And I always want to be reminded of that power."

I stood over him and watched him quiver. I could see the resistance draining out of him. If this boy was showing to work for me, I needed to let him know who was in charge from day one.

Finally, he said the words.

"Yes, mistress."

Oh yeah. That's nice.

I smirked and ran a hand along his cute dimpled cheek.

"Good boy" I said.

Having properly scared him out of his wits, I returned to my seat by the fireplace. Now there was only one more matter of business, the most important one.

I just have one more rule" I said, then pointed to the door of the playroom down the hall. "Do not  go into that room. Under any circumstances."

"Why not?"

"It's private" I said. My voice came out cold, but I needed him to understand. There was a darker part of me I kept away from the light of day, and I didn't need him stumbling upon it.

His expression told me he got the message, and he promptly changed the subject.

"So, what would you like me to do first?" he asked.

"Your first assignment will be tonight down in the hotel ballroom. I'm throwing a banquet with some clients and associates. All you'll have to do is be present in case I need anything." She looked over at me. "Can you do that?"

He put his hands together, and said those two lovely words:

"Yes, mistress."