The young redhead smiled as they shook hands once more, and she couldn't help but flush slightly under that intense gaze of his as he almost refused  to look anywhere but at her. seemingly inspecting every inch of her as they stood in silence for a minute until Norah interrupted it. The other girl left with a small sound of annoyance, the door swinging shut behind her loudly as she undoubtedly stormed down the hall, muttering under her breath as she left. He had never looked at another girl that had worked her in the same manner he looked at Evie, not since she first arrived and she feared that she was going to be cast aside for a newer model. The dark haired beauty knew that no way was she going to allow that to happen. She would simply have to remind him of how well they worked and fitted together until he forgot all about the new girl he seemed so fascinated with...<br/><br/>Evie nodded her head with a small smile as she turned back to Richard, the man's voice quickly filling the office as he spoke, giving her a rough idea of what she was in store for today. Once he had finished speaking, she hesitated before curiously asking, "Will I be cleaning all of your quarters, including your bedroom or would you rather that remained private? Also, is there a uniform, or am I good to work in my own clothes..?"<br/>She was half hoping that there was a uniform of some kind for her work, all the other staff seemed to fit together nicely in the manner of their clothing and she would hate to stick out even more than she already it. But on the other hand, a maid costume already seemed more than a joke to her, images of Halloween springing to mind at the mere concept, and she figured she would be much more comfortable in what she wore already.<br/><br/>Once her questions had been answered, she slowly started to get to work, not really sure what there was to even tidy in this room. It seemed immaculate from where she was standing, par his messy desk but that already seemed too intimate to go near. So, instead Evie mulled around the room, almost aimlessly, picking up the odd bit here and there, glancing over in the direction of her employer as she worked. It was odd, like her eyes were drawn to him and she couldn't help herself but stare for a second, before she realised and jolted herself back to reality. There was no doubt in her mind that if she were to stumble across him in a bar, that would be it, game over. A drunken quicky in the bathroom or waking up in a strange bed the next morning with a handful of regret and a throbbing head for her effort.<br/>Every time she bent over, her arm straining to reach the desired item, her skirt rose dangerously high on the backs of her thigh, exposing more and more of the tempting creamy skin that laid beneath the tight leather skirt.