Alexander Cain shakes my right hand, which I am sure is clammy and sweaty from the nerves that are currently wreaking havoc inside of me. His hand is so big it swallows my small one whole.

I hope the lunch I just ate doesn't make its way up my esophagus. Throwing up right now would not look good.

"Good Afternoon Rosalie", he says as he lets go of my hand.

Okay now I can die.

My dream came true. He said my name with that smooth accent of his.

I wish I can say that he stays and we have a big, fat chat. Unfortunately he leaves soon after with Harvery following behind him.

"And now I can officially say, good luck", Pierre says to me as both him and Ms. June smirk.

The moment I get back home, I tell Gigi everything. From the house tour right up to meeting Alexander.

"You make him sound like a god", she says from the floor as she lays on the faux fur rug.

"He might as well be one,I wish you could see him", I say from my cross legged position on the couch.

We're sharing a tub of cookie dough ice cream, that is making this conversation smoother. You want me to spill? Then get me some ice cream and take a seat.

"Actually I can", she gets up from the floor and sits next to me. I watch as she opens up Google and types in Anabelle Walker.

Her bio pops up and a few articles about her gigs and latest photoshoots. One grabs our attention:

'. Gigi clicks on the hyperlink and a picture of the model and my boss walking hand in hand.

"That's him", I say.

Gigi clicks on his hyperlinked name and is taken to a page that has Alexander's bio and pictures.

"Whoa", she lets out a low whistle.

"He looks like he was moulded by Michealangelo", she says while scrolling down for more pictures. All of them are him in business attire, not a single picture of him in casual clothing or shirtless.

She scrolls back up to his bio and reads it out. "Alexander David Cain. British business mogul and CEO of Cain Enterprises."

She looks at me with a grin, "He is six foot three and he is 39 years old".

He can't be that old. He looks younger.

"With the age difference between you, he could be your sugar daddy", she says cackling with laughter.

I laugh and throw my spoon at her, "You're stupid".

The following morning I wake up early and get ready for work. I arrive at the mansion at about 8am. As soon as I get into the house. Harvey quickly appears by my side.

"Follow me", is all he says.

I say nothing and follow him to the direction of the room I changed in yesterday. He opens the door and leads me inside. It still looks the same, and I have no idea why I somehow expected it to look different than before when I've just seen less than twenty four hours ago.

I watch him as he opens a door and reveals a walk in closet that could basically be the size of my whole room at the apartment. I walk over and see that the closet is filled with all black clothing.

"This is the rest of your work uniform", he says in a serious manner.

"You will choose what to wear every morning from these clothes", he walks inside the and opens a door that is next to a full length mirror.

The whole section is lined with shoes. Red bottom heels like the ones I wore yesterday and there are a couple of sneakers and flats also.

I don't even know that I have actually moved until my hands reach for the shoes and a sigh and contentment escapes my lips. I love shoes and this is probably as close to heaven as I can get in this world.

"Why is all of this here?", my stupid self asks.

He rolls his eyes. Harvey the serious faced butler is actually rolling his eyes at me.

"This is your assigned room. You will be changing in here every morning and will use it at other times when necessary".

He makes his way to the door, "I suggest that you get ready Miss Jones". He says and then leaves me alone with my raging, wild thoughts.

When necessary? What in the world does that mean?

I quickly strip off my clothes and change into some pants, a plain tshirt and flat shoes. Today is the official day I start working by myself without Miss June around to help me so I need to be as comfortable as possible.

I grab a clipboard that Harvey left on the bed and go through my list of things to do today.

Half of the morning is already gone and I am not even done with a third of what needs to be done. I have gone to all of the bathrooms in the house, well except for the one I should not go into as it is in the master bedroom which I am also not allowed to enter.

I scrubbed the bathrooms clean. Sorted out the towels, I even shaped them into swans, thanks to my mother teaching me how to do that when I was nine years old, and I haven't forgotten how to do it. I make sure that all the lotions and soaps, shampoos and conditioners are in alphabetical order.

In Fact I have put everything in this house that I could get my hands on in alphabetical order. I may some slight OCD. Having things in order calms my soul which is so much that I can say for my mind which is an absolute mess. But we'll get to that another day.

By the time I am done it is almost the late afternoon. I did not take a lunch break as I knew that once I eat, I will not be able to get back to work. My body will just want to sleep.

Throughout the whole day I could not help but notice that Belle has not come around and made an appearance. When I asked Pierre about this he said that she does not live here permanently as Alexander is a person who loves his space and privacy.

That is when I started putting a bit of pieces together to the puzzle that is the man that I work for. The only people you find in the house are Harvey, Pierre and June. And of course now with the addition of myself but other than that, there is absolutely no one else in around.

My day ends and exhausted does not even begin to describe how I am feeling. I have never been this tired in my life, not even when I used to stand all day as a waitress.

I don't even change out of my work clothes. I grab my normal clothing I had on this morning and get an uber to take me home.

A part of me feels kind of disappointed by the fact that I didn't even get to see the man with the blue eyes, as by the time I got done, he had not yet arrived back home.

My subconscious scolds me for even feeling sad. Why am I feeling like this because of a man that I barely even know and on top of that is a man that I work for.

Pull yourself together and focus!