Chapter 67

“I can’t leave you here.” Sam peppered Tristan’s face with kisses.

“Of course you can. I’ll just kick up another fuss and leave. Tell the footman you have a private appointment with me.”

Samuel hesitated and then nodded almost imperceptibly. “I will find just the man for you and together we will give you a night to remember,” he said in his dreadful acting voice. The man would never make it on the stage.

“See that you do.” Tristan watched Samuel back out of the room. He remembered that he had a part to play so he arranged himself on the bed and stuck his hands in his drawers and rubbed. His cock was completely limp by now. He was so bloody terrified for Samuel. As he lay rubbing himself he saw a flicker of movement from the painting that sat on the wall opposite the bed. An idea struck him.