Chapter 10

“Yes, Sir.”

“So you must know your previous employer is one of my father’s most serious political rivals, despite their friendship.” Callum was saying when he tipped his head back and bit his lip.

What is he playing at, Oliver thought.

What was worse - Oliver had nothing against the idea of being part of the play. To hell with it, he could hang, it didn’t matter.

Be damned what he was supposed to do and why.

Oliver would get up and make this mouth do other things. His imagination was suddenly running wild, with images of his hands all over Callum when the Lord asked.

“Did he?”

Callum was now looking lazily at him and Oliver sat straighter in his chair.

“Excuse me, My Lord?”

Callum’s lips curled at the edges.

“Hm, I see.” He took the soap and began slowly tracing it over his han