“Then you shall, but not now.” He rubbed against Milo. “I want to recover enough to enjoy it.”
* * * *
Milo was awoken at a ridiculously early hour by Robert pulling back the heavy drapes and letting the sunlight stream into the room. He groaned and peeled open his eyes and blinked. “What the hell are you doing? What time is it?”
“It’s past eight and as I’m your new valet I have come to serve you.”
Milo rubbed his eyes and stared. “You look like a bloody farmer.”
Robert looked down at his serviceable brown clothing and then grinned. “I could always take it off?”