Nan’s POV
Lionel’s surprise came days later. The girls were at a friend’s sleepover. Personally vetted by his security of course.
Most of the staff had been sent away for the evening.
We had the entire house to ourselves.
“What surprise could be waiting for me in the kitchen?” I complain as Lionel leads me there.
“Oh hush. You’ll see.” Lionel says without any real venom.
“You know…I’m pretty sure serial killers say the same thing to their victims right before they dissect them.” I comment playfully.
“Your flirting skills are truly something to behold.” He says dryly.
“I learned from the best.” I shoot back.
“First you accuse me of being a serial killer. Now you accuse me of being bad at flirting?” He chuckles.
“I did not accuse you of being serial killer.” I say matter of factly. “I just said you resembled one right now.”
“Like that’s any better.” He huffs.
I ignore his ungratefulness at my magnanimous description. “Also, your version of flirting invo