You're So Vain...?

A minute later Millie heard the front door bang shut, oh my God they were home! She ran to her apartment to recheck her face and taking slow and deep breaths she tried to calm down.

"Hello!" Gabriel called as he came down the stairs. "Hey, how're things?"

Millie came out from her apartment, "Hello, can I make you some tea?" She said, forcing a smile onto her face.

"Thanks that would be great, how has your day been, did you find everything?" He sat in his usual place at the breakfast table.

"Yes thanks, I've made a list out of the things that I will need." She said, filling the kettle.

"Okay you'd better have this, it's the credit card for the house." He took his wallet out and flipped through the cards, I'll only forget to give it to you if I don't do it now."

Millie took the card and put it in her skirt pocket, she memorised the pin number Gabriel gave her.

"Have you both come home?" She wanted to be rid of these butterflies, and that would only happen when Nick appeared, and she had got used to him again.

"Nick's just getting changed, he'll want tea too." Gabriel watched her as she made the tea, she was so graceful, and her movements were delicate but precise.

"So what have you been doing all day?" Gabriel settled back hugging his mug of tea.

"Just cleaning really, this is a fabulous house, it was a pleasure to get it looking how it should be. Everything is tidy now, and I can start doing a proper clean tomorrow."

Gabriel shook his head, "You don't have to do that yourself, get a cleaning company in you can sit and supervise."

Millie laughed, "isn't cleaning what I'm here for?"

Before Gabriel could reply, Nick came thundering down the stairs.

He stood at the bottom of them looking into the room, looking for her.

"Amelia," he smiled "how's your day been?"

"Fine, thank you." She looked up at him from the edge of her tea mug, praying that she wouldn't blush.

"And you enjoyed your lunch?" Nick hoped that talking about the food would put her at ease.

Millie smiled, "it was amazing, and Mr Clayton was so kind."

Nick smiled, "I'm pleased you enjoyed it, you're going to need lots of energy to work here, and we wouldn't want you worn out. So you will be eating three meals a day from now on and if I find out that you have missed a meal," he forced a stern look on his face when all he wanted to do was grin like a lunatic and gather her up into his arms, "you will be paying a forfeit." He said, pointing to the jar on the shelf.

Millie looked away from him, if she kept looking at him, she would let her mouth loose, and then she would be taking a forfeit out of that jar.

Gabriel changed the subject, he could tell she was getting anxious, "I was just telling Amelia that she should contact a firm to come and clean the house properly, she was going to start doing it herself."

"Definitely not, you aren't here to clean, you just hire a firm and tell them what needs doing?" Nick kept his face serious he had to keep the upper hand with her.

"But you could do that anyway," she shrugged, "you don't need me here to do that."

Nick stared at her, he just wanted to hold her beautiful face between his hands and kiss the life out of her. He would kiss down her elegant neck and down her décolletage. The gypsy neckline of her top would be slowly pulled lower and lower as he demanded to see those glorious breasts. He could see the strap of her bra edging out from the shoulder of her top, it was snowy white, so virginal.

That thought took him to another place as his eyes travelled down her body, what would he find under that very efficient looking navy skirt. He would kneel at her feet, his hands would go up those silky calves under the hem of her skirt. He already knew she was wearing stockings, Gabriel had told him that this morning and his fingers itched to feel the change from nylon to the smooth, silky skin of her thighs, and to feel the heat of her...

Gabriel watched Nick and cleared his throat, bringing Nick back to the present.

Nick blinked, "are you trying to talk yourself out of a job?"

"Er...no, no of course not, but I thought part of my job was to clean the house."

Nick pulled a face and shook his head, "no, Amelia, your job, in fact, your only job is to take care of us. You can cook fabulous meals for us, make sure we have clean clothes and be here when we come home so that we don't come home to an empty house."

"Cleaning is someone else's job," Gabriel chipped in ", and that's something you can organise."

It was then that Millie's phone began to chime she gasped in horror and Gabriel watched her face turn quickly white. Nick noticed it too, and he glanced at Gabriel.

"Are you going to answer that?"

Millie shook her head and switched her phone off. She took a deep breath and gathered the empty mugs.

Gabriel put his hand on top of hers "You're So Vain...?" he frowned "That's an interesting ringtone. Who was that, Amelia? You look... terrified."

"No one, it's..it's okay" she pulled her hand away from his and took the mugs to the sink to rinse them out. She turned around and walked straight into Nick's chest.

He put his hands on her arms to steady her, "Who was that Amelia? I don't want to come home and find my house a ruin because someone has come looking for you."

"I..it's...no one," she said shuddering.

Nick gave a wry laugh, "now why don't I believe you? Oh yeah, you look terrified."

He looked down at her, she was such a little thing, the top of her head only came to his chin the instinct to bury his face into her delicate floral smelling hair was overwhelming. Nick wrapped his arms around her and Millie hardly dared to move, all she could see was his dark blue T. shirt which was moulded to his chest. The thought that she could rest her head upon it made her shiver in anticipation, and she forced herself to keep her head away and keep rigid.

"Do you remember a few minutes ago when I said that your job was to look after us? Well, that works two ways, our job is to look after you too. You live in our home now, and whatever it is that is scaring you we'll chase it away."