Chapter Forty-Nine
Saturday, October 23rd, 2000, 10:02 am
Gemma almost pissed herself again when she saw the man next to the bed. She grabbed the duvet and pulled it up to cover her nakedness.
“Sorry to disturb you, Miss. I brought coffee; will you be taking breakfast?” the man said.
Then she recognized him. It was the chauffeur from last night. Was his name Paul?
“I…err,” Gemma stammered.
“Yes she will please, Paul,” Angie told him from behind Gemma. “We’re all famished! Half an hour? Full English all round, I think.”
“Very well, Miss Angela. I took the liberty of bringing some cream for Miss Zoe’s…injuries. It’s beside the bed.”
“You’re a sweetheart. Thank you, Paul!” Angie told him.
The man bowed slightly and left.
“Jesus Christ! He’s a butler too?” Gemma asked in amazement.
