And she’ll come mincing in here, looking for her breakfast. All smiles and willing to please. If only you knew, darling… Nathan Darke scowls at his omelette, prods it grumpily with his fork. He’s aware of the presence of his supremely tactful housekeeper sitting beside him at the breakfast table, serenely sipping her tea and buttering her lightly browned toast as though nothing’s amiss. Well, maybe it isn’t, not as far as Grace Richardson’s concerned, but it soon will be if he can’t get the delightful Miss Byrne tied up and thoroughly fucked before his balls explode. Still, not a housekeeping problem. The unflappable Mrs Richardson sips her Earl Grey and smiles sweetly at her employer. Then, “Ah, that sounds like Eva.” She smiles calmly, placing her teacup back in its saucer. “I wonder what she’ll fancy today.” Nathan manages not to choke on his omelette as he contemplates what he fancies today, and more specifically what he fancies doing to the delectable Miss Byrne, the first chance he gets.
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