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you, Mr. Ayers, but no, I wouldn’t. I have a lot to do before eleven. If you will excuse me." She was surprised at how easy it was to turn back to the things behind her, her worry of his stopping that action confused her all the more. It was what she expected from him, but it was a disappointment.
Why was he teasing her? she was wondering as she filled the tray with the china and silverware, placing the expensive glassware on the shelf below. Why couldn’t he leave her alone? As she wiped the table with the rag, she made up her mind to tell him to do just that.
Turning as she straightened, Jenà found herself quite alone in the large room, among the dozen tables and chairs, wondering if it had been her imagination that Ethan had been there. Was he beginning to drive her insane? Not only in her dreams, when she could sleep, but also sneaking into her thoughts so clear he seemed real, when she was fully awake.
With a shrug of her shoulders and a shake of her head, she continued the job at hand. There was too much to do for her to stand around wondering where her boss was and what he was up to.
Finished for the evening, her plans were to go straight to bed. She couldn’t remember being so exhausted before. Another day had passed without exercising her voice, she was thinking as she walked down the two flights. There in front of her door, she saw Westley. With a sigh she forced her feet to continue toward her destination.
"No fresh air tonight, Jenà?" The look he held in his eyes was different, something she didn’t quite understand. "I guess he failed to tell you that this wasn’t your room any longer?"
In a very tired voice she sighed heavily with her words. "What are you talking about, Wes?" At her door she paused to hear what he had to say. She was in no mood for his games. Nor Mr. Ayers’. Her tapping foot told of her impatience.
"He had your things moved from your room this evening." His thumb jumped up and down as he tried to tell her where. Silence, except for her tapping foot, was all he was given. "Upstairs, Jenà. That’s where he wants you. I did warn you about him." The grin said he was satisfied with her expression.
"Someone needs to warn him, then. I’ve no intention of moving anywhere." Opening the door, she went in and closed it so she wouldn’t have to see him, but softly so as not to disturb Jenni.
Because she didn’t believe him, she checked the drawers for her things, finding them empty, as was her closet, except for the uniforms belonging to herself and Jenni. She was too tired to worry much about it tonight. After a shower she would crawl into bed and forget Mr. Ethan Ayers’ demands.
Sleep had overcome her so quickly, when she awoke she had to shake the cobwebs out of her head to know where she was. Hardly remembering crawling into her bunk, she felt very self-conscious at being naked under her covers. At home it wouldn’t have bothered her, but here...
A knock at her door had her pulling the covers up to her neck as she wiggled down toward the foot. The door came open, letting the hall light flow into the room. Sherri, one of the morning kitchen help, stood blocking out some of the light, holding a tray.
"Miss Wisdom?" Her voice was patient. "Your tray is here."
"This isn’t funny." Jenà barked at her. "Did Westley put you up to this?"
"No." She brought the breakfast tray in, setting it on the dressing table, its odor drifting up to the woman still in bed. "My orders are from Flapjack. You are to have coffee and breakfast in your room. I couldn’t find you there, so I asked around."
"This is my room." She had turned onto her side to see the woman better. "But you can take that tray back to the kitchen, and tell Flapjack, as well as anyone else who might be interested, that I don’t need special privileges."
Leaving the tray, Sherri closed the door behind her. Jenà sighed, wondering how long before Mr. Ayers would be in there. Checking her watch, she found it to be ten-thirty, time for