My dear Lady Templeton
“Good morning, sir.” The young man standing in front of his door seemed weighed down by the heavy load on both hands.
“Good morning…” Oh, fuck! Why can’t I remember his goddamn name?
“It’s Thuly, sir.” Smiling in total understanding, the man did not seem to mind he had to repeat his name every time he was in Chris’s presence.
No, make that he seemed to expect it.
“Right, Thuly.” Chris moved aside to let the servant through. “You can put everything on the table.” The trays he carried were filled with food—from steamed to fried vegetables, beans and lentils, steamed rice, eggs, a wide array of cheeses, bread, butter, jam, honey, scones, wheat and honey cakes, muffins, everything topped off by steamy tea and a brick of milk that Thuly set on the table before laying everything else down.
“You woke up with an appetite this morning.” Thuly grinned as he returned to the door, the trays now empty.
“Let’s say someone needs to keep up their strength.” And it’s not me. He watched the young man step out. “Oh, stick around ‘cause I may need you later on.”
“I’m all yours, sir.” No doubt about it, Thuly had enjoyed playing with him and Ylianor a few days earlier, with his mate being their slave and pampering the young man front and back until Chris had decided to claim his ass.
Once he left, Chris closed the door and turned to the bed, not surprised to see the huge green eyes staring at him. “Rise and shine, sleeping beauty.” He could not help the smile either. “I have ordered the biggest breakfast to date for you—”
“I’m not hungry.”
“I don’t give a damn! You’re going to get up right now and stuff yourself or next time you fall unconscious, I’ll leave you wherever you are, were it also in the middle of the road.”
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