Working for Love

Chapter One

Setting: August 2014 London, England/The Deanery

I've just moved to England to live with my grandmother and I am looking for work during my gap year. As a freshly graduated 18 year old I didn't receive too many lucrative job offer. Then one evening I was passing a business with a help wanted sign in the window. I went in. It was a little peculiar. There were two couches and a door leading to another room. That was it. No advertising, no desks.
A Russian women came up to me and introduced herself as Irina.
She said " Are you looking for work?" I nodded.

She smiled "Perfect!"

"What kind of work do you do here?" I asked.

"We find live in personal assistants for wealthy men." I immediately think she's talking about some type of weird live in call girl job.

I say " what type of assistance would I provide?" She replies
"cooking,cleaning and sectorial work." Not as bad as thought. I tell her I'm interested and give her my contact information. I turn to leave and she stops me

"Wait! I need to take your photo."

I went home happy that I had finely found work but a little disappointed it was basically being a servant to some rich old twat. I try to push it out of mind. I tell my grandmother about the job and she's over the moon. She thinks it's an excellent idea. Before she can say anything else , I head to the bathroom to take a shower. As I'm drying myself, the phone rings. It's Irina she tells she's found me a job near by. I have the weekend to get things in order and I need to be at Deanery Gardens by 8 am, Monday.

I spent the weekend putting my life in to boxes,once again. I also did my far share of sulking. I hate the idea of being some rich old man's servant but it paid very well. I was also worried i was walking in to some sort of strange quasi-wife prostitution ring. I told myself I had car, a phone and my grandmother knew exactly where I was. I could leave at anytime if I wasn't comfortable. If had only knew what life had in store for me.

That Monday I drove to The Deanery. Once I reached the gates I stop and was in absolute awe of the grand home and it's gardens. Then a wave of nerves washed over me. I was certainly underdressed. My grandmother had been right to admonish me for white cropped peasant top and flowing tan skirt. Then I pulled myself together and hit the intercom. Before I could introduce myself, a female voice said
"come in dear! We've been expecting you." I suddenly feel much more comfortable, it's a couple!

I stroll up the beautiful path to large ornate double doors and I knock. I'm greeted by a cheery plump women in her mid forties.
"Hello my name is Jan, I've been here for 10 years. The master of house is out, so I'll be showing around." Jan toured me through the opulent historical home and told me that she was housekeeper/cook and her husband Kenneth looked after the lawn and was a chaffer .
I asked "what will I be doing here if all these position are filled?"
She replied "you'll be doing all the scheduling and accompanying jimmy on his trips. You'll also be responsible for all of the logistics and his daily planing." Then she grinned, that made me a bit uneasy.

We sat in the parlor and talked over tea for about an hour. She told me about her children and her grandchildren but didn't say a word about "The Master Of House".
Then she looked at the clock and said "it's quitting time" I asked if she need a ride home.

She giggled " No, we live on the grounds in a cottage." I asked if she would show me where my cottage was.

She giggled again "You'll be staying in the guest suite, but say here Jimmy would like to meet you." Then she was on here way.

I made another pot of tea and sat quietly wonder what this "Master Jimmy" would be like. Is he a 50 some desperately trying to cling to youth? Or a trust fund baby squandering the family fortune? Either way I thought I'd be leaving the next day. Why would this guy insist I stay in the main house house when he had available servants cottages. He was obviously up to know no good. I was debating whether I should stay the night and see how it goes or just text Irina and leave now.

JIMMY'S POV
She's gorgeous, her photos don't do her any justice. She's just what I've been looking for a beautiful little nymph. My gypsy princess. Tall, exotic olive skin,perfectly formed curves, big brown eyes and long black curls. She's even dressed for me. All those gold necklaces and rings. A flowing skirt and top. She is the queen of all dreams. Erm! I better say hello before she notices me or worse yet catches me leering.
"Hello, Nadia." I say trying not to show my excitement. She seems straddled.

" I didn't hear you come in!" She gasps. She's even more enticing when she's ruffled.

"I didn't mean to startle you." I smile. "I'm James Page but you can call me jimmy."

Nadia's POV
Thank God, he thought he startled me and didn't realize I was fan girling. I try to regain my composer

"Yes, I know who you are. I'm Nadia Tillman, your new personal assistant." He seemed surprised I knew who he was. " I listen to your music, I love classic rock and the blues." He smiles. I quick say " would you like me to make you some tea?"

He nodded and sits down on the sofa. I had to escape to process all this informaron. I can't believe I'm going to working for jimmy page! How am I going to be able to not act like a complete fame struck teenybopper in his presence! At least now I know I'm not here as mail order bride. Jimmy page could have any women he wanted he doesn't need a normal teenage girl from america. I've seen the women he's went after and I couldn't hold a candle to them. I should play down my fandom so he doesn't think I'm a obsessive weirdo. Shit! The tea is done, I have to go back! deep breath!

Jimmy's POV
Maybe this wasn't such a strange idea after all. Irina was right why not pick my perfect women and have her come stay to see if there's any connection. I still don't like the deception, why not tell her it's a dating service for wealthy men.

They say they don't because it weeds out the gold diggers and gets women willing to work and support themselves but still I don't like lying, even if it's only for a week. What if she leaves when I tell her the truth I don't even know if I can keep this up for seven days. I have her in the kitchen making tea like servant, women absolutely love that. I should go offer to finish up or help.

"What will my responsibilities be here,Mr.Page?" She suddenly takes me out of my thoughts.

"Well right now there isn't much for you to do, I'm not touring and I don't travel again until next Monday. So you'll just be assisting me with daily tasks. We'll plan the menu together and do the shopping, other things like that."

I decide to change the topic of conversation and I ask where she's from. We talk about our lives, and our childhoods, our passions and she notices the thelmaic book on the coffee table. We even talk about the occult. She has such an easy manner, I tell her things my senior staff and some friends don't even know about me.

Nadia's POV

I can't believe how easy it is to talk this man. He is god among men yet he's approachable. From what I had read about him I never pictured him being so open. I also never imagined we'd have so much in common. I could listen to his voice for hours. I can't get my hopes though. He clearly wants a business relationship. Why would he want a silly little girl like me?

I look up at the clock and see it's 3 am!

I say " I better get to bed. It's so late. What time should I be ready to begin work tomorrow?" He looks at the clock and looks a bit shocked.

"We've been talking for hours, I had no idea. I completely lost track of time. I'm sorry to keep you."

I smile and say "Don't worry I enjoy our conversation! What time should I be ready by, again?"

"I'll wake you" he replied causally.