The Billionaire’s Mistress by Georgia Somers Page B

out to him a little.  “You really don’t…” she began.
    “It’s one thing to make sure a house is neat and tidy, it’s another to clean up after a g rown man’s tantrum,” he said, a smile edging his lips.
    Reyna couldn’t help but smile back, a strange knot forming in her stomach .    Grayson’s eyes locked with hers, a dark tension forming between them.  Suddenly the den door flew open and Camilla walked in.  Grayson jumped up, almost guiltily.  “You can’t spend ten minutes with your family?” started Camilla, not even noticing Reyna in the room. 
    Grayson’s eyes narrowed as Camilla stormed toward him, “Camilla,” he began but she shook her head furiously.
    “No, no more excuses,” she yelled, but Grayson had had enough .  He furiously slammed his hand onto his now empty desk causing both Reyna and Camilla to jump. 
    “Having all this money and keeping all this money are two entirely different things, so if you’re happy with selling Thorne Manor and all your priceless possessions to live like a normal person just let me know and I will gladly spend more time with my family,” he yelled, his voice grained with strain.
    Camilla ’s eyes were slits on her face as she turned on her heel and stormed off. 
    “That’s what I thought,” said Grayson, to himself, but Reyna was still in the room .  Hurriedly she picked up the last few papers and laid them on his table, avoiding his gaze again as she left the room. 
     
    Reyna got into her new bed in her new room, and sank into the soft covers.  Her eyes struggled to stay open, thoughts and images flitting through her mind.  Grayson Thorne.  His soft blue eyes.  His charming half-smile.  He was devastatingly handsome, she thought as she started drifting to sleep.  He was also married, as well as being her boss, oh and she was his maid.  Reyna rolled her eyes as she turned on her side and shook her head to try and rid her mind of the mischievous thoughts that were creeping in as she dozed off into a deep slumber.  She knew men like him, men with too much money and a love of power.  They were bad news.  Men who thought they could have whatever they wanted, whenever they wanted.  Reyna groaned as a small part of her wished that she was the thing he wanted. 

III
     
    A loud knock on the door sent Reyna flying out of bed at the crack of dawn .  At first she thought she had overslept, but looking out the window, she saw the sun had barely risen.    Sleepily she dragged herself into the bathroom to get ready.
     
    Half an hour later, dressed in her new maid’s outfit, Reyna made her way up the first staircase of the Manor, where all the main bedrooms were located.  On the East wing was Ella’s room, the door still firmly shut.  On the West wing, stood the master bedroom, and another room, which she had only just learned was Camilla’s separate room.  She could plainly see from the little interaction she had had with the family that Camilla and Grayson were not in a happy marriage, but he was an oil tycoon and she was a millionaire’s daughter – a perfect match. 
    The door to the main bedroom was open, sunlight streaming in .  Tentatively she peeked her head in, relieved to see the room abandoned.  She walked into the lavish room with a dark wooden bed frame and cushioned bay windows.  What it must be like to live like a king, she thought.  She made her way to the bed, where grey silk sheets lay strewn.  Leaning over she pulled off the linen and started to make the bed.
    The creak of a door caught her attention and she jumped when she saw Grayson Thorne standing in a doorway she hadn’t noticed .  Clouds of billowing steam exited the en suite bathroom as Grayson walked out, a white towel draped at his waist.  “Mr.  Thorne, I thought…” she began timidly.
    Grayson shook his head , barely noticing her presence, and walked over to the wardrobe, “Carry on,” he said casually.  Reyna gulped, then turned back to