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48 pages, Kindle Edition
First published May 9, 2023
“It’s not about the cuffs, damn it. I don’t need a valet, Jon. I need you. It’s always been you. Don’t you know that?” — Iggy
Warnings: none of note
This is just a lovely, sweet, short story of confessions and coming together. It is self-contained and feels complete, one of the few short stories I've read in a while that didn't feel like it was part of a larger work or would have been better with additions. The whole short story takes place over less than 24 hours. The Billionaire's Valet is the story of young billionaire, Ignatius "Iggy" Corbridge and his valet, Jonathon "Jon" Banks. It picks up with a very drunk Iggy walking through an airport in South Africa after receiving the worst news he can imagine. Jon has been employed for nearly 20 years by The Corbridge family until suddenly leaving without telling Iggy why. Iggy has been in love with Jon since he was a teen, Jon has been in love with Iggy since Iggy was 19, their age gap notwithstanding. They end up on the same safari, The Blue Train (which looks awesome btw) and their history, combined with Iggy's desperation takes over from there. Iggy is a great character well developed especially for once in such a short piece. We see so much of him through Jon's eyes, he isn't a party boy, he is a good man. Jon is a lot, his self is plot-critical. Finally, I like their sexual dynamic, love that we see lovemaking, not sex. It suits the tone of the book.
The characters from Felix and the Prince make appearances, Lio the titular Prince of that novel is Iggy's best friend. I have not read Felix and the Prince it is set before this and are only referenced or used as plot devices. Not knowing Lio's story is not detrimental to your enjoyment. It's been a while since I read any Lucy Lennox, I really want to read more now. I recommend The Billionaire's Valet if you want something sweet or just want to try Lucy's writing.
Normally, I would have only needed to look for my name on a tasteful sign indicating the car and driver that my valet—who was also my bodyguard, secretary, confidant, and the gravity that kept my personal solar system aligned—had arranged for me. But nothing was normal about this trip, considering I’d booked it myself while drunk and sobbing on the marble floor of my foyer. — Iggy
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