Chapter 99

“It’s the bloody ass-crack of dawn,” he groused. “Why on earth would Patricia make an appointment at this time of the morning?” “Maybe that’s something you need to take up with your assistant. Regardless, I’m here for my appointment and I bought coffee, so are you going to let me in?” He drained the cup and crushed it in his hand. “Do you know how to work a coffee machine Ms. Fenwick?” he asked. “Depending on the type—" He swung the door open and swept his hand through the air, ushering her in. “The kitchen is at the end of the hall. I can’t function before I’ve consumed at least three cups of coffee. If you can get the coffee machine working and supply the required two more cups, I will grant you an audience. And while you’re doing that, I will go and put some clothes on.” “Not on my account,” Becky said softly under her breath as his long strides took him towards the staircase. She took a moment to admire his tight arse before sighing and then turning towards the kitchen. It was a pi