Bridget was just setting the teapot down on the coffee table when the doorbell rang.  She couldn’t help but wonder if she should have dressed more casually, but shook the thought from her mind with an annoyed grumble.  Marissa wished to understand what he husband found during their time together, and she couldn’t very well show her if she hid who and what she was.  The leather corset and tight black jeans were a good compromise, showing less of her body than she normally would have without taking away from the confident and sensual appearance her clients demanded.<br/><br/>She waited for a moment before opening the door, a smile on her face that didn’t show any of her nervous tension.  This was going to blow up in her face, it was just a matter of what the final straw would be for the young woman.<br/><br/>She noticed Marissa first, and the tension she exuded.  She was angry, upset and nervous… but also curious.  It was more than she could have hoped for under the circumstances.  Cyril on the other hand appeared to be confused and worried.  Rightfully so, but she couldn’t very well let him get away with ignoring his proper place, though he probably didn’t even realize that he was.<br/><br/>She met his eyes and arched one perfectly shaped eyebrow.  “Proper greeting, Cyril…” she ordered firmly as she motioned Marissa into the house.<br/>