Harold's eyes searched for the beauty with toffee brown hair and hazel eyes as he walked through the corridors of 'the great manor'. Instead of Ruth, he collided with Fannie.
Well... any woman was better than no woman!
"Fannie! How are you now sweetheart?" He smiled as if he was indeed delighted to see her well.
Fannie cursed in her mind and regretted walking that way. Pulling a fake smile, she bowed.
"I am very fine, My Lord!"
Harold stopped close to her, invading her personal space. He recked her up and down. The lust swirled in his eyes as his mouth salivated with the thoughts of his evil mind.
"Hmm... I can see that. We should see how fine you are, should not we?!"
He ran his finger on her bottom lip and leaned down. He was about to take a further step when he was stopped by a commanding voice.
"Harold!"
Sucking a deep breath, Harold clenched his jaw. Putting a smile on his face, he turned around to meet sharp grey eyes.
"Good evening, My Lord!" He bowed.
