I rubbed my temples, feeling a massive headache coming on.
'Two fiercely devoted, heavily armed, jealous women locked in my bedroom at midnight,' I thought, leaning back on my hands.
Emma stood in the middle of the room, her lower lip trembling pitifully as she looked at me with those wide, tear-filled golden eyes. She looked like a perfect, wronged saint.
"Sir Alex..." she sniffled again. "Your maid is bullying me."
Lily, leaning casually against the locked heavy oak door with her arms crossed under her massive breasts, let out a thoroughly amused snort.
"Bullying?" Lily echoed, a wicked smirk on her lips. "I merely swatted a mosquito that was buzzing too loudly in the Master's private quarters."
Emma's head snapped toward Lily, the tearful saint routine vanishing in a millisecond. Her eyes narrowed into golden, murderous slits. "I will mount your head on the courtyard fountain, you oversized cow."
