He is suddenly serious again, but he is eyeing me as I double-blink. “Look, you do remember the guys are arriving, right?”
“Guys only, good.”
“What?”
“I mean yep, yes.”
Harry is wearing an extra dark blue, or even black suit today, and he looks serious. There is only one problem.
I walk around, and on my tip toes, I adjust his tie. “Stand still.”
He avoids my eyes, then I step back and pat his chest. “Better.”
“Thanks,” he says, looking confused. “Anyway, around one o’clock, for a short meal, if you can, and in the grand hall.”
“Right,” I say, nodding. “Knock ’em dead.”
“Thanks,” he says before pausing at the door. “Oh, and no need to poison anyone today.”
“Good to know,” I say. “I’ll make note of that. Not even a little poison.”
We share a smile, and then he leaves.
I spin and lean against the large old kitchen island. The same one that he pulls my pants down on, and the same one I just leaned against to add pressure to my clit. “Arggghhhhh.”
I am leaning back and exhaling when Harry peers back in. “You alright?”
“Yes, sorry, yep, and it was not an orgasm. Just so you know.”
“Because that would what? Be weird?”
“Maybe, I mean, yep, especially now.”
“Is that because orgasm hour is later?” Harry asks, checking his old watch and messing with me.
“I dunno, is it?”
Harry shakes his head, tosses a tea towel at my head, and leaves. I close my eyes and lean back against the wooden island. “OMG,” I mumble. “Keep it together!”
An hour later,a private jet banks low around the chateau, and the old place shakes.
Harry comes trotting down the steps, shaking his head. “Sons of bitches. I hate it when they do that.”
“Are we under attack?”
“Not yet,” Harry says, walking outside. “And no, that’s actually later.”
“What?”
Ten minutes later, I hear three deep voices. I peer through the gap in the kitchen door, and I make out three men in suits following Harry.
They are all tall, dark, and handsome. Then I catch Harry’s eyes on me. He does not look happy that I am spying on strange men.
The skimpy summer dress I’m wearing swirls up as I return to my duties. I then realize I should dress up.
The only thing is, I still don’t have anything nice.
I am also not going to wear the nasty uniform, like in an old-fashioned movie. No way.
