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“I didn’t mean that.” Elliot put aside the book he’d been reading and beckoned for Angelo to come closer. He smoothly guided the younger man to sit in his lap and kissed his jaw. “If you want a pitcher, have a pitcher. I won’t judge.”

Angelo pouted, but snuggled deeper into the older omega’s embrace.

“Heath is on his way,” Raphael announced. Excitement rippled through the room. His Lordship was coming. I didn’t let it show on my face, but my heart picked up, too.

At this point, a less proper staff member would have reminded Master Angelo, Master Brooks, Master Meo, Master Raphael, or Lord Elliot of his presence and asked what the masters and Lord Elliot wanted him to bring. I had been standing here for a while now, and they seemed to have forgotten about me altogether. But I was determined to be the perfect servant for this job. I stood still and waited. If they did indeed forget about me, it was only a sign I was the right choice for the upper-floor servant.

“He’s late,” Angelo complained. Elliot kissed him again, this time on the lips. “Hey!”

“You’re pretty when you pout.” Elliot winked, and Brooks laughed.

Finally, Raphael turned to me and tilted his head to the side. “You’re new,” he said.

“Yes, Master Raphael. My name is Sesto.”

Raphael looked me up and down slowly. His black eyes felt assessing. I didn’t move a muscle.

“Bring us two bottles of the Jacques Mesnil Cristal, sparkling water for me, a cheese plate, and strawberries.”

“Yes, Master Raphael.”

“And a margarita for Master Angelo,” Elliot called. Angelo gave him a sunny smile.

“Yes, Lord Elliot.”

“That’s all,” Raphael said.

I bowed my head and backed out of the room. I closed the door noiselessly and hurried down the hall. I was going through the list in my mind: five champagne glasses, a bucket with ice, two bottles of Jacques Mesnil Cristal 2017, the wine that His Lordship had ordered directly from Vallée de la Reims, a chilled bottle of sparkling water for Raphael (who might be pregnant after his heat, but I did not care about gossip, truly not), a bowl of strawberries, and a cheese plate for five. The cheese plate would take five to seven minutes for the chef to prepare and send through the elevator, so that was what I ordered first. Then I called the cellarman about the wine and went to pick up a drinks trolley.

Ten minutes later, I reentered the sunroom. I was supposed to enter and leave to fulfill tasks and orders without bothering the occupants by knocking. I’d been instructed only to knock at the main bedroom, and I wasn’t supposed to ever enter the last room at the end of the hallway. It was called the Red Room and, to my knowledge, remained locked.

I pushed the drink trolley toward the serving table without looking up. I opened the first bottle and poured the glasses.

“Look, my margarita arrived.”

Angelo sauntered over and grabbed his drink.

“Delicious!” he exclaimed.

Brooks laughed and reached for a glass of champagne.

I really didn’t want to look, but even as I poured the champagne, I couldn’t help but notice things on the periphery.

Angelo was now naked, except for a see-through pair of white panties with tiny bows on the sides. He said, “Thank you, Sesto,” and I had to respond.

I met the beautiful omega’s green gaze briefly. “I’m at your service, Master Angelo,” I said as quietly as possible.

Angelo grinned. “That you are.”

Elliot drew Angelo back onto his lap and stroked the smooth hip, fingering the white bow. “Hand me my drink, Sesto.”

I placed the glass on a silver tray and brought it forward until Elliot could pick it up. He lifted his glass and smirked in a way that threatened to make me blush again.

“I can see why Heath chose you.”

He squinted, and his teeth grazed his lower lip. I didn’t know what to say, so I bowed and returned to the drinks trolley.

“Don’t tease the poor boy,” Raphael said. He stood by the trolley after helping himself to his sparkling water. “It’s his first day.”