Chapter 27
BEST BEHAVIOR
DUNCAN
I’d not managed to make anymore headway with Eloise before I returned for my next shift. I narrowly made it to work and spent the next two days on duty except for mandatory sleep hours. We were doubly short-staffed but finally opening the place.
Meanwhile, I thought of nothing but Ella, longing to watch her again writhe in sweet ecstasy. I would have texted her a million dirty things if I could, but I was stuck and didn’t even have her mobile number.
I needed to get that when I returned.
I spent the hours of slow time—of which there was a lot—thinking about what I might say to encourage her to do more with me. I decided if I couldn’t text her, I could write it.
So, I did.
Miss Mills,
Hmm. I wasn’t sure about that. I erased my scribble in pencil and changed it.
Mistress Mills,
That felt sufficiently titillating. It’d gotten me in trouble in the past, but I gathered she might find it thrilling. I’d soon find out.
I missed you the last two days. I’d like to say I did something useful in that time apart from thinking about the absolutely beautiful way you look when you climax, but unfortunately, I couldn’t.
I know you said I cannot touch you, but I so want to. I’d be such a good boy. And do whatever you asked. If this seems agreeable, set your time and place. I will make it worth your while.
If this is too forward, you could take it out on me. I probably deserve a lashing.
Respectfully,
D
I signed my mobile number. Whether she texted, the ball was in her court.
I returned home to find John and Ella waiting on me at the table. They rose upon my entrance. Ella gave me the most pleasant little curtsy as if I hadn’t just watched her get off days before. She seemed politely indifferent.
“I missed a party?” I asked.
“Oh, hardly, sir,” John answered. “Miss Mills was kind enough to make lasagna since Mandy fell ill and is out.”
“Oh, how nice of her,” I said.
“Leftovers are in the fridge. How was the shift, Your Royal Highness?”
“It was two shifts, as I am sure you heard.”
She nodded. “Yes. Sounds exhausting. Figured you could use a good meal. Well, sir, I’m about exhausted. I will leave you gentlemen to read a bit before bed.”
“Goodnight,” I said, disappointed to miss out on her.
I went to the fridge to unveil the food. I could drown my sorrows in a meal. She was a good cook at least.
“Poor Miss Mills.” John shook his head.
I started up the microwave.
“She’s fine,” I said. “She’s a good sport. We made a proper Christmas dinner and had power. I made sure she got Mum’s room. I felt terrible about the pipe. As did my parents.”
“She’s a nice girl,” John said.
He shot me a look, as if inquiring as to what my motives were.
“She’s a nice girl, yes,” I agreed. “And I don’t intend to run her off.”
John smiled. “Good. She seems relatively alright. I worried about her being here all alone. Ah, sir, we must meet with the director of the documentary series tomorrow.”
“Oh? Really? She’s coming here.”
“No, sir, our plan is to go to London. We will fly back, stay, and check in with your mother’s staff.”
“I only have two days off. I’d like to… relax, you know? This has not been an easy holiday, John.”
I hoped to relax with Eloise—somehow, someway—but that dream died.
“Well, sir. These marching orders come from up top. So, I wish I could tell you it would work out otherwise, but you know as well as I do—”
“That this is it. Yes.”
I returned to my room, dulled by the job.
But, instead of focusing on what I hated, I thought about what thrilled me.
I slipped my note under Miss Mills’s door.
Her light was already off. She must be asleep.
It was early but I didn’t blame her. I climbed into bed, hoping she’d find it in the morning, and tried to get good rest so I could fly tomorrow.