One Hell of a Butler - Part 4One Hell of a Butler - Part 4 by PoynterJones
The Butler Cold
It was dark when I finally awoke.
Very dark for that matter.
In contrast to the morning, the night had turned nasty and I could hear a faint whistle of wind blowing through some random crevice, with the harsh hiss of rain battering against the balcony doors.
Propping myself up on one hand I found that I was no longer clothed, my body almost fully exposed if it had not been for my pair of undergarments. I would make a note to myself to punish Sebastian accordinly for both undressing me without my permission and allowing me to sleep in such a state.
Regardless of the weather, my body temperature was rather warm and I did not feel the chill in the room. In fact, considering the weather, I was extremely warm. Hot even. Even so, I tugged at the sheets under my duvet and wrapped them around myself allowing them to flop over my shoulders before pushing myself from the bed.
The material dragged along