Literature
Voulez-Vous Coucher Avec Moi? - Andley
Ashley's P.O.V
I sighed agitatedly and glanced at my watch, for what seemed like the hundredth time this minute.
He was late.
'He' meaning my newest servant, Andy, was late.
I growled and drummed my fingers on the desk which I sat behind. He'd never been this late before, even during his first week here he had always been as punctual as he could. My nostrils flared angrily when I wondered if one of my many butlers had chanced upon the time to bump into my delectable little one, I wouldn't put it past them to do it, I'd seen the way some of them had salivated over him.
The only slight problem with Andy was he didn't speak a word of Englis