Chapter Twelve
Bayswater
A gust of wind through the open balcony windows billowed out the curtains as a naked Bernard Lambert lay on the bed in the very same Bayswater hotel room he had once used for his lunchtime trysts.
A scene of many s****l conquests –and one in particular- providing a timely reminder of his former prowess in such matters he was sure would put his current mindset in regard of his servant in perspective.
At least that was his intent.
The young woman, barely out of her teens, at the foot of the bed, kneading the soles of his feet as per his requirements, was around the same age as Anya.
Which was where any similarity ended.
In contrast to his housekeeper, the skin of the girl’s naked form was pale and natural; a refreshing change from the peroxide hair and Essex-g
