“The Lancaster family butler. I’ve accompanied Miss Charlotte here and hope to be of service to you as well.” He gently drops Doja onto the floor and she rubs her head against my shin, purring. “I see Doja likes you.”
I bend down and give her a quick scratch. “She’s cute.”
“She doesn’t like too many people. Only Miss Charlotte.”
Huh. “And you.”
“Yes, and me.” He pauses. “Do you need anything, sir? Perhaps a drink?”
Might as well take advantage of his question. The last thing I need is a drink. I need to sober up. Get my head on straight. “Got anything to eat in this place?”
“Not yet, unfortunately.” Jasper frowns.
“It’s cool. I’ll order takeout.” I glance over my shoulder at Charlotte’s closed bedroom door. “Do you know what she likes?”
“She’s not picky.”
“I’m thinking sushi. How does she feel about that?”
“Fairly open to it. Not a big fan of raw tuna though.”
I nod. “Noted.”
“I’ll leave you to it, then. Could you let Miss Charlotte know I’m retiring for the evening?” Jasper asks me.
“Sure.” I glance around the massive apartment before I return my gaze to the butler. “Where do you go for the night?”
I grew up with servants, so I’m used to this kind of treatment for the most part. Though I didn’t have one waiting on me whenever I needed him, we had housekeepers, cooks, and maids.
“I’ll be staying here in the servants’ quarters.” He smiles, his expression kind. I can tell Jasper is a good dude. And I get the sense he’s here to watch over Charlotte and protect her.
Wait a minute.
From…me?
Hmm.
“Good to know. Thanks.”
Once Jasper disappears, I settle onto the couch facing the windows, gazing out at the sparkling lights of the city. The hot shower sobered me up a little bit, so I have a clearer head.
Helps that I jerked off in the shower. To the memories of Charlotte’s scent. Her soft skin. The throbbing pulse at the base of her throat and that shaky inhalation I heard when I kissed her neck.
Nothing much happened, yet there was a definite shift between us in that brief moment.
How is she going to react when I see her next? Is she going to pretend that moment doesn’t exist?
Knowing Charlotte, probably.
I’m scanning a menu from a local sushi restaurant on my phone when I hear her bedroom door open. Doja meows and Charlotte murmurs something to her, her voice soft and low.
The sweet sound goes straight to my dick.
Considering I’m wearing black joggers, a hard-on will be noticeable and I readjust myself, thinking nonsexual thoughts.
Like about weddings and my family and my freaking mother.
Yeah. That’ll make a dick wither in no time.