Much to Sophie's extreme of surprise, Benedict showed up at his mother's home...

Much to Sophie's extreme of surprise, Benedict showed up at his mother's home the following morning for breakfast. Sophie should have been able to avoid him completely, except that he was loitering in the hall as she tried to make her way down to the kitchen, where she planned to take her morning meal with the rest of the servants. "And how was your first night at Number Five, Bruton Street?" he inquired, his smile lazy and masculine. "Splendid," Sophie replied, stepping aside so that she might make a clean half circle around him. But as she stepped to her left, he stepped to his right, effectively blocking her path. "I'm so glad you're enjoying yourself," he said smoothly. Sophie stepped back to her right. "I ," she said pointedly. Benedict was far too debonair to step back to his left, but he somehow managed to turn and lean against a table in just the right way to once again block her movement. "Have you been given a tour of the house?" he asked. "By the housekeeper." "And of the grounds?" "There are no grounds." He smiled, his brown eyes warm and melting. "There's a garden." "About the size of a pound note," she retorted. "Nonetheless . . ." "Nonetheless," Sophie cut in, "I have to eat breakfast." He stepped gallantly aside. "Until next time," he murmured. And Sophie had the sinking feeling that next time would come quickly indeed. Thirty minutes later, Sophie edged slowly out of the kitchen, half-expecting Benedict to jump out at her from around a corner. Well, maybe not half-expecting. Judging from the way she couldn't quite breathe, she was probably whole-expecting. But he wasn't there. She inched forward. Surely he would come bounding down the stairs at any moment, ambushing her with his very presence. Still no Benedict. Sophie opened her mouth, then bit her tongue when she realized she'd been about to call out his name. "Stupid girl," she muttered. "Who's stupid?" Benedict asked. "Surely not ." Sophie nearly jumped a foot. "Where did you come from?" she demanded, once she'd almost caught her breath. He pointed to an open doorway. "Right there," he answered, his voice all innocence. "So now you're jumping out at me from ?" "Of course not." He looked affronted. "That was a staircase." Sophie peered around him. It was the side staircase. The staircase. Certainly not anyplace a family member would just to be walking. "Do you often creep down the side staircase?" she asked, crossing her arms. He leaned forward, just close enough to make her slightly uncomfortable, and, although she would never admit it to anyone, barely even herself, slightly excited. "Only when I want to sneak up on someone."
-Benedict & Sophie