Damian couldn’t believe his eyes. What was Dr. Preston doing here? He watched from the kitchen window awaiting his cue.
“Welcome, uh…Louis, is it?” Stan scanned Richard’s fake C.V.
Richard nodded. “Quite a place you’ve got here.”
“Why, thank you.” Stan went through the same spiel he always did, making the job sound unappealing except for “one thing.”
“In fact, why don’t I show you what I mean,” Stan said.
Damian heard the buzzer that let him know he was to bring out the rum punches. He noted that Richard was a good actor. He widened his eyes and looked stunned.
“You have a nude houseboy.”
Stan smiled. “Do you like him? He’s stupid, but he’s a good benefit.”
Richard sipped his drink. “Benefit? In what way?”
“You get to f**k him as much as you want. He can’t ever say no. It’s all he
