Chapter 9 Meet 3 andsome Tigers

I woke up the next morning feeling very tired, despite having an extremely comfortable bed I still couldn't sleep.

This had been a recurring thing ever since I was ten, I never really got sleep and when I did I had nightmares therefore I constantly woke up panicking, realized it was a nightmare, tried to sleep, couldn't, finally got to sleep, had another nightmare and so the cycle began.

I had set an alarm to wake up at seven, as breakfast had to be served at nine and I needed to get ready and have everything prepared.

I got out of bed after becoming more aware and opened my curtains, I blinked a few times to become adjusted to the light that shone brightly through the sheer curtains underneath.

When I turned back around, ready to walk to the bathroom, I noticed something placed on the small couch that was next to the door and headed towards it.

As I got nearer I noticed it was an outfit and a small note placed on top. I picked up the note and it read;

Wear this. I'm sure it will look good on you, gattino.

It was pretty plain apart from a half apron that was white and chiffon with lace detail around the edge.

All in all it would be classed as an old fashioned maid outfit, except modified to make it look a lot more modern especially if the apron wasn't on with it.

He also left some fish net tights for me to wear with the outfit. Yes, fish net.

To top it all off he left a pair of plain black heels, that weren't too high fortunately, for me to wear as well.

I couldn't believe that I'd have to wear this. Hopefully, he'd see me in it and change his mind and let me wear something comfortable.

I stalked to the bathroom already annoyed and took a quick shower, not bothering to wash my naturally straight black hair.

I sprayed some of my perfume that smelled like crispy pear, juicy raspberry, rose buds and vanilla orchid with a hint of marshmallow. All in all, it smelt like a dream.

I put in a black, wide headband to keep my hair out of my face and took a quick glance in the mirror at my facial appearance.

I mean, I looked tired as hell but it would have to do.

I furrowed my eyebrows and placed the note down before picking up the outfit that was laid out.

I held it up in front of me and rolled my eyes in annoyance. It was a short black skater style dress and I could tell that it would reach mid thigh, if not above, and had a slightly low cut. The only thing modest about it was the quarter length sleeves.

I dried my body before putting on the outfit and then applying a small amount of make up; mascara, blush and lip balm.

I stepped out of the bathroom and threw my towel and pyjamas in the washing basket by my bed before slipping on my heels that I had left by the door.

I decided to take a look in the bigger mirror that I figured out was inside the empty closet.

I sighed at my appearance, I officially looked like a baby prostitute.

From the neck up, I had sort of a baby face - although my cheekbones had recently caved in and were fairly high and defined - and from the neck down I looked like I'd just finished working a late night shift at a local strip club.

At this point, I very much disliked Dante.

I looked once more at myself brushing down my dress and then trying to tug it down a little to cover up a bit more, failing of course, before heading quietly out of the room.

I walked down the hallways glancing over at all the doors, I know Dante said not to go in the rooms but I really wanted to have a look.

I was tempted, but it was too risky at the moment plus I was extremely tired still so it would have to wait.

Once I'd reached the staircase, I went down the left set of stairs that were closer to the kitchen and tip toed down them.

Making my way slowly to the kitchen I turned on the lights and went to the cooking area. I looked in the fridge and cupboards and noted that most food was already bought.

I pulled out milk, eggs, flour, sugar, baking powder and butter and decided on making pancakes. The family I used to work for loved my pancakes, I thought in content before almost immediately getting to work.

I tightened the half apron that was wrapped around my waist, not really seeing much point in it as it didn't cover my top half so if I made a mess there I'd have no protection, but started the cooking process anyway.

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Half an hour passed and I'd made three large stacks of pancakes, set out plenty of toppings and set the table. I was already exhausted and it wasn't even nine a.m yet.

Suddenly I heard the front door open and close with a slam. I jumped from fright and immediately went behind the kitchen surface grabbing a kitchen knife in the process.

What? Safety first.

Soon enough, I heard foot steps coming towards my direction. I decided that there was more than one person there.

I took a deep breath and held the knife by my side just in case.

"Something smells good." a deep voice spoke.

"Yeah, but Dante can't cook and I thought he fired Kelsey." another low voice said with a chuckle.

"Maybe he got his lazy ass up and read a cook book." a final, different voice responded.

When he did the, supposed, three men laughed and soon approached the door.

Just as expected, three men stood in the doorway and their laughs faltered as they came to notice me.

The man who was fairly tall with broad shoulders and a clearly strong build, with neck length long-ish blond hair wolf whistled lowly with a dark look in his eyes.

"Hello gorgeous." the dark haired man in the middle said droning out the 'hello'. I noticed he also had a slight Italian accent, although it wasn't as strong as Dante's. Nor was it as hot.

Did I just say that?