I wait at the bar in the game room sipping a martini. Having alcohol before tea can't be the smartest idea I'll have all day, but my mood needs soothing. My new boy simply isn't ready for the job and I've been forced into making my own coffee in the morning.
He enters and I smile, for I can't deny how handsome he looks in a freshly brushed tuxedo. George must be proud of his grandson. He stops near the bar and waits for me to address him, eyes trying to make contact with my own, but I keep my focus on the television, watching the morning news.
"War, war, and more war," I say, taking a sip of my martini.
"All the preparations for tea are ready. Do you want me to escort you to the library?"
"Where is Saul? That's his job," I say. George Jr's eyes rove my body and I wonder if he is thinking about doing sex to me. "Keep your eyes on mine, please."
His cheeks turn red and I know my suspicions are true. I can't resist a small smile and a laugh. My new butler wants...
The phone rings to interrupt my thought and I shake away the fantasy forming in my mind. Taking the receiver in my hand, I wink at George.
"I'll be coming to visit after tea." It's Marcus. I haven't seen him for a few days and wonder what new excuse he will invent to see me. It's all a pretext, you see.
"What shall I wear?" I ask, staring at George. He twitches away from my glare and again I smile. How delicious to make him squirm with sexual desire.
"Nothing," Marcus says with a laugh before ending the call.
Standing, I finish my drink and walk towards the hallway leading to the library. George follows at a polite distance and I wonder if he is eye fucking me. Swaying my hips, I give him a show and look over my shoulder at him.
"If you are going to escort me, best do it by my side," I say, stopping to wait for him. I extend my arm and link it through his, dragging him along the marble passage. Enjoying the warmth of his body against mine, I do not see George Sr waiting by the library entrance. Before he speaks, he removes Jr's arm from mine.
"Do try to keep your hands off the boss, please," George Sr says with a low chuckle. Turning to me, "There is someone waiting in the library."
I sigh and allow my shoulders to slump. George knows how much I dislike surprises. "Are you going to tell me or do I have to guess?"
Clearing his throat, George glances at his grandson before speaking. "There is a boy waiting for you."
"A boy? Another butler?" I ask, laughing. Soon I'll have so many butlers there won't be a spare moment to myself.