Ash

I groan in exasperation, running my fingers through my hair in frustration. It was morning and I'd rung for her multiple times and now she's torn me away from my work. I admit I have a soft spot for her, but this is unacceptable. The door to the room ajoining mine is slammed open by my hand. She was sleeping and if I wasn't so angry I'd freely admire her perfect body in that nightgown. "I've rung for you a dozen times, what are your ears for!" I demand, voice booming.