He pushed her into a panic; he could see it on her face as she fumbled over her words and attempted to explain something a lot more than James was honestly expecting. A sad expression moved across James’s face as he watched her struggle to explain how she was feeling. When she finally stopped talking he reached out, his bare hand gently touching her cheek as he turned her face to look at him. “Freya,” He began, for the first time since he started his employment a year ago at the manor, he called her by her first name.

“Calm down, you haven’t done anything wrong.” His voice was reassuring, tender and soft as he stroked her cheek with his thumb. A gentle smile moved across his fine lips showing his bright white teeth. “I just need you to understand that a butler must never mix their personal and professional lives together. If you can separate the two then I see no reason why we can’t be friends.” He slowly removed his hand from her cheek and went to the end table, grabbing a pencil and a piece of paper he scribbled something down and went back to her.

“That being said, this will be beneficial in more ways than one. Here’s my number, if you need anything from me as a butler or as a friend you can text me. I think my employer is rather laid back about me using my phone while I’m at work.” He said with a cheeky grin as he placed the piece of paper in her hand. “However if you need something from me as a butler, please be specific. Or even something simple like a capital B at the beginning of the text massages would indicate to me that you’re asking for my assistances over just chatting as a friend.”

“However,” James began giving a small gesture towards her bedroom, “You start classes tomorrow, you better get to bed.”