The Unreachable Invitation

The sharp, entitled edge in Jaxon's raspy voice caught the servant off guard. She stood beside the cold leather sofa, clutching a feather duster to her chest, her gaze dropping to the expensive rug beneath her feet. After a brief pause, she collected her wits and smoothed her apron.

"Ms. Vance has been rising earlier than the rest of the staff lately, sir," the servant answered, keeping her tone