The Billionaire's Mask
"You shall never enter Master Brandon's bedroom nor his study. He's not a very patient man. No one is allowed to enter his room. You can do whatever you want in the house, but, never go inside his room unless you are permitted to do so. Do you understand?" Madam Lennie warned. It was clear in her pale, cerulean eyes how serious she was.
"I understand, Madam," I gulped and responded with a nod. "I just want to ask..."
"Yes, Miss Hart," she prompted, acknowledging the hesitation in my voice. We had stopped in the middle of a long stairway.
"I've noticed the painting in the living room. Is he the Master?"
The features of the man in the painting were hard not to remember: dark hair, chiseled jaw, piercing gray eyes, perfectly-aligned nose, thin pinkish lips and an utterly stoic expression. Kinda hot, actually.
She turned to meet my gaze. "One more thing," she said severely, "that is the last time you will ask me that." Then she turned away.