James
“Would you like some help with that, Master?”
I look up from the sizzle of browning beef. “I don’t need any help, thank you Charlotte, but I’d enjoy your company. Why don’t you pour a glass of wine and pull up a chair.” I wave out of the room with my spatula. "You’ll find a bottle breathing by the fire in the lounge."
Her smile blossoms and she exits to returns a minute later with the bottle. “A glass for you too, Master?”
“I will, thank you.”
She doesn’t fetch a chair, instead perching on the end of the kitchen counter, her legs swinging as she tastes the wine. “What are you making?”
“Beef and mushroom casserole. There’s a chilly breeze out there. Michael will appreciate a hot meal inside him when he’s done.” I toss mushrooms into the pot then snap fingers at Charlotte for the
