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clear enough for you, Miss Inga?”
    Lips pursed and jaw tight, she raised her chin in defiance. Her breathing had quickened, the swells of her breasts rising and falling rapidly.
    It appeared he’d angered her.
    His curiosity piqued, he watched her closely, gauging her response. If she decided to defy him at this point, he wasn’t sure how he’d respond. She came with excellent references, and he felt she would be an asset to his household. But she needed to know from the start that he expected her to meet his needs.
    Completely.
    “Yes, Siiiiiir,” she said, walking over to the table and sitting down. Anger seethed in her eyes. Garrett maintained eye contact with her until, finally, her gaze slid away. She brushed the tablecloth with both hands, her frustration evident.
    “Do we need to discuss this issue further, Miss?” Garrett raised his eyebrows waiting for her answer.
    “No, Sir. Please continue.”
    He detected an attitude, but would let it slide — for now .
    “I’ll cook breakfast most mornings. I enjoy cooking for the kids, and it’s our time together. If you’re up, I’d love to have you join us.”
    She nodded.
    “I expect dinner to be on the table no later than six in the evening. I expect healthy, natural, organic and delectable meals. Processed foods are to be kept to a minimum.”
    “I have several certifications and classes on food preparation and healthy eating, Sir. I’m well-versed on how to prepare and cook meals for a family.” She started her dissertation strong, making good eye contact, but by the end of the sentence she was staring at the tablecloth again.
    “Miss”—he paused, waiting for her to make eye contact — which never occurred—“Miss Inga, when I say your name, I expect you to look at me unless I’ve instructed you otherwise. Look at me.”
    Her demeanor changed instantly. She became passive, submissive even. A pretty blush rose on her cheeks, and she peered at him through her long lashes. “I’m sorry, Sir. That was uncalled for and impertinent.”
    “Thank you. Apology accepted. That definitely was impertinent. I trust you’ll be more aware of what you say and watch your tongue.” He dipped his chin to emphasize his point.
    “Yes. I will, Sir. Again, I’m sorry.”
    She truly looked repentant.
    Interesting.
    Miss Inga had some definite submissive tendencies. If becoming firm with a dash of humiliation brought about this response, keeping order in his household might be a lot easier than he’d feared.
    “You’re forgiven. Let’s continue.” He continued to dry the dishes and put them away. “I like to care for my children when I’m home. So unless I’m called into the hospital or have prior engagements, your evenings are free to do as you wish. However, I prefer that you keep yourself available by phone or house intercom in case I’m called in. The children take a nap in the afternoon and are in bed at night by eight. It’s imperative that they have physical exercise twice a day to keep their energy levels sane. In addition, we like — I like--them to have a nap every day so that they’re able to stay up a little later. I enjoy our playtime in the evening. Do you understand? Are there any questions?”
    “Again, Sir. I have been a nanny for many years. I’m aware of the needs and requirements of children. And I—”
    “Inga, excuse me for interrupting.” Garrett raised a hand. “Yes, you’re aware of, and trained in, the needs of children. But you aren’t aware of the needs of my children. As their father, caretaker, provider, and protector, I see it as my duty to make those that care for them aware of both my expectations and the childrens’ individual needs. I take care of those that are mine , and I want others to understand how seriously I view their well-being. Let me ask you Inga, have I conveyed sufficiently the depth of my expectations up to this point?”
    “Yes, Sir. I believe you have. I assure you that I’ll make your