Chapter 8

He was with his back to the door, but he definitely didn’t have the vicious red hair of the young Lord.

Jenny slowly began unbuttoning her uniform and asked

“Would you like me to keep the apron?”

“Aye,”

The servant said and lifted her leg.

He had to be one, judging by the way he was dressed and his manner of speech. She put her leg on his waist and she wrapped her arms around his shoulders.

He ran his hand up and it disappeared somewhere in the skirts. The man said something and the laugh that escaped Jenny quickly turned into a moan. A loud one.

Oliver pulled away from the door immediately, startled.

And saw Callum standing right opposite him.

A huge white was trotting after him.

The Lord was dressed in the usual plain long black coat, matching the black tie around his neck.

The afternoon sun was peeking through the