"You won't regret this decision," she said.<i>Lord, I hope not,</i>Richard thought.<br/><br/>He escorted the lass as far as James, who waited just outside down the hallway. He had been given instructions to not eavesdrop or interfere. Given Evie's jubilant reaction, the look on James' face betrayed his astonishment at her having been awarded the position. After showing Evie the door with a smile that did not reach his eyes, James found Richard once more. "I had hoped that you might consult with me before making a decision, Sir," James intoned.<br/><br/>Richard shrugged. The less he acknowledged unspoken parameters, the more his personal preferences could be validated. "I understood that she's primarily my staffer ... It's my choice, James. She starts in the morning."<br/><br/>Business affairs -- while not as tempestuous as the day before -- required his attention throughout the day. When evening rolling around, he dined alone on a meal of beef tenderloin and asparagus. His appetite had grown, and the carnivore in him demanded tribute. James was displeased, which did not concern Richard in the least. The butler would make a droll comment tattling on him when his parents arrived, but that was not the real damage he could incur. Richard honestly wondered if Evie might receive the short end of the stick and feel compelled to leave on her own accord. He recalled how pensive and -- frankly -- insecure she came across during the interview. Evie needed help from someone other than himself; she needed a friend.<br/><br/>A sly smirk lifted one side of his smile as he produced his phone, fully intending on killing two birds with one stone. He sent a text to one of the young, female staffers who he slept with on occasion.<span style="font-size: 12px">MEET ME TONIGHT</span>, was his only correspondence. She arrived, right on time -- Richard admired punctuality ... especially when a night of salacious pleasure was involved. The sexual experience Norah offered was nothing extraordinary, but Richard did get off on the privilege in her eyes, that erotic high for her knowing that she was about be fucked by someone<i>well above</i>her station. She vacillated between being humbled and submissive, while at times becoming a touch drunk on the false power that came from being selected by the prince of the estate. She also accepted Richard's preferences for rough sex, which started with being dragged down on her knees and swallowing his erection for fifteen minutes. Richard exhibited dominance that night: his parents were gone and he reigned supreme, he's dismissed the rationality of James which always came across as self-serving, and he'd hired a gorgeous woman who would be his personal person for the near future.<br/><br/>Norah's back eventually found the soft texture of Richard's bed sheets, but the conquest was fleeting. After being ridden and taken like a whore, Richard emptied himself only after his incessant thrusting had bunched the woman up near the headboard. He left her a tangled mass of bent limbs and sweaty, tangled hair, eventually straightening her out and laying with her as she smoked a cigarette. "I've a job for you," Richard said, plainly.<br/><br/>"Oh really?" Norah replied. She had not taken that first drag and looked at her employer.<br/><br/>"Yes," he said. He turned with intense green eyes, lazy in post-coitus euphoria. "I need you to watch over a new hire, Evie. I have a feeling James may treat her with ..."<br/><br/>"Neglect?" Norah said. The riddle answer she offered brought a smile to both their faces. The demanded abilities of a butler were many, but all seemed to rely upon passive-aggression; being direct and stern never an acceptable or proper behavior. "Sure," she answered. Norah gave Richard her cigarette to hold. He laid back and stared at the ceiling deep in thought; he felt his controlled breathing as Norah snaked between his legs to orally clean his still-glistening manhood.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center">____________________________________________________​</div><br/>Come morning, Richard awoke to an empty bed ... just the way he liked it. He send a single text when he found his phone, which was under Norah's red panties -- which had somehow remained, even after she left. He smirked, wondering if the gesture was intentional. He typed that Evie would stay with Norah while on-grounds. Richard knew that if he didn't mandate this arrangement, James was likely to pair Evie with the rotund, German gal from Dresden who smelled of cheese and soap. The day led Richard to his chambers and desk, awaiting the first day Evie would be his to enjoy.