Misha had absolutely NOT been hiding. So, perhaps there had been a few things in the furthest reaches of the house that had needed attention at the last minute. And maybe he had been having a hard time breathing for the last half hour. But that most certainly did not mean that he was at all nervous about his slave arriving.
Rosabella Sorrento. Bella for short. The girl he had been staring at pictures of for the last sixteen years, waiting. Not that it mattered, because it absolutely didn't.
He somehow managed to pull himself together, when he heard the car pull up in front of the house. He stood just inside the door, and watched as it came to a stop and the door opened. The girl who got out looked just like her pictures, and Misha gave a sigh of relief. A small part of him had worried they might try and pull a bait and switch and he would end up with some old hag.