Chapter 4
The end of summer always had a sting in its tail, although the first month of autumn was always the hottest month. One particularly scorching day Benjamin suggested that Clarke take a couple of hours off and come swimming with him.
“You know I hate doing things like that while I’m being paid to work,” Clarke replied.
“It’s a habit of yours I’m trying to break.” Benjamin walked out of the room. “Come on. I’ll meet you by the pool in five.”
Benjamin was already in the pool by the time Clarke arrived. He’d just surfaced in a burst of bubbles to find Clarke standing at the edge of the pool clad only in a pair of Speedo bathers. He’d never seen Clarke with so few clothes on before and was taken aback by how toned his loyal butler was. For forty years of age, the man had an incredi
