Chapter Three
“I must speak with Sir Roger!” Jolie declared as she stood by the entrance to his private quarters. His valet, Milo, stood at attention next to the door as if he were guarding the inner sanctuary of a god.
“And you cannot,” Milo returned.
“I assure you, my fine man, I will see Sir Roger,” she answered back determinedly.
“I’m sure you will, but not today. Sir is indisposed.”
“Indisposed, my foot! He’s f*****g some sweet piece of flesh. You think I don’t know the sounds of s****l passion?”
“I’m sure you would, ma’am.”
“Oh, will you stop being so damned polite!” she shouted. She would have beaten his chest if she thought it would end this silly game.
“I do my master’s bidding, I suggest you do that as well.”
“Yes, I will, as soon as we have a few things straightened o
