I Inherited a Butler

> My grandmother left me her seaside mansion. > > And her butler. Sebastian Cole. 38. Impeccable. Untouchable. > > "From today, I will serve you, Miss." > > He knows I hate cilantro. He knows I'm afraid of thunder. He knows I need a nightlight to sleep. > > "Grandmother told you all this?" > > "Five years ago. She wanted me to be ready for you." > > Five years. He's been learning me for five years. > > He keeps his distance. Always proper. Always controlled. > > But I saw him look at my photo once—when he thought I wasn't watching. > > That wasn't duty in his eyes. > > "I want to fire you, Sebastian." > > His hand froze. Pain flickered across his face. > > "Because I don't want a butler anymore. I want you."