Chapter 35

Ethan hesitated before shaking his head. Belatedly, he remembered he drove here, already a little over the limit. Self-reproach now toyed with him. “Bring coffee and another with the dessert menu when I finish it.”

He needed to sober up, walk around for a couple of hours, and drink coffee and water. No way could he cope with the loss of his driving licence and, worse, he would never forgive himself if he caused an accident.

An image of Ruby Gardener rose up. Her lips pinched, and her stare disapproving. Old cow. He was young, free, single, off work, and away from the premises. The old bat didn’t have a say in what he did on the weekends even if he and his folks had, for so long, lived in the staff house. Grown up in it. In the servant’s quarters.

Shit. No wonder Rich regarded him like his body was up for sale, took it as another part of his labour. Ethan toiled with his hands and put his back into it so why not his mouth, cock, and arse, too?