The Playboy and the Single Mum (Vintage Love Book 2) Read Online Free PDF

help her family through a tough time. Everyone was happy. So why did she still feel guilty? Ah, the joys of motherhood. No matter how much you tried or did, you always thought you could have done more.
    Finishing her tea, she hesitated to pull the cord by the mantel. It seemed such a demanding thing to do, like saying, “Come wait on me now.” Although, the way the housekeeper had greeted Daniel, he obviously hadn’t abused that privilege. But she would like to freshen up before dinner.
    She stuck her head out into the hallway, but all she could see were doors and a huge staircase that led to even more rooms upstairs. It would take her days to find the room set aside for her. Besides, it was probably in the servants’ quarters. No help for it; she’d have to ring.
    Marie was at her side almost before she’d released the cord. “You wish your chamber now?” the housekeeper asked in halting English.
    “Yes, although, if you point me in the right direction, I can probably find it on my own if you’re busy,” Lexy replied in French.
    A huge smile creased the older woman’s face. “Not at all, ma cherie . You are the first woman Daniel has brought home. I can’t have you wandering this big house on your own. Where is that boy? He should be looking after you himself. I shall smack him later, yes?” The housekeeper led her up the stairs and then down a long corridor.
    “No. It’s fine. We’re business acquaintances, not in a relationship. He had some work to do.”
    “Bah, that boy needs a good woman. It’s time he stopped playing and settled down.” Marie’s gaze raked over Lexy, as if to determine whether she was a good woman or a plaything. Before the housekeeper could make her diagnosis, she opened a door and ushered Lexy through.
    “Wow. This room is amazing.” It was bigger than her whole flat back in London. A large four-poster bed rested against one wall, draped in heavy silks and velvets. Four ten-foot-high windows flooded the room with light. There were even two sofas and a high-back chair arranged around a large marble fireplace. She could quite happily stay right here for the rest of her time in France, ignore Daniel, wherever he was, and just read.
    “I have pressed and put away your things. If you need anything else, text me and I’ll bring it to you,” Marie said as she handed a card with her mobile number to Lexy. “Dinner is at seven thirty, although the family usually meets for drinks half an hour before in the petit salon where you had your tea. I’m sure Daniel will keep up that tradition now that he has someone to share his meals with him.”
    “Thank you, Marie.”
    The housekeeper left and Lexy explored the room. A very nice bathroom, complete with a claw-footed tub and glass shower enclosure beckoned her. Even the floor tiles were heated. At the other side of the fireplace, a door led to a walk-in wardrobe, all ten feet of it. Lexy’s few dresses were hung next to six enormous garment bags. Max wasn’t the only curious Camparelli. With a shaking hand, she unzipped the first one.
    A stunning gown in deep chocolate brown shot through with gold thread shimmered in the light. The fabric was so soft it felt like heavy cream. Carefully removing it from the hanger, she held it against her, examining the effect in the full-length mirror at the end of the room. The color emphasized her olive skin tone and even made her drab hair look nice. She rehung the dress and opened the next bag. Another designer gown … this one was peacock blue, with a shockingly short skirt. It would barely cover her backside. A black sheath dress was in the third bag and a red, flowing gown in the fourth. The fifth held an exquisitely cut business suit in a dove-gray color. And the sixth had two jumpsuits, one in an animal print and the other a fluorescent shade of orange. All in her size.
    While she was still puzzling over the clothes, there was a knock at her door. It was probably Marie back to give her more