Page 19 of Savage Game
With a happy sigh, she smiled with the knowledge that tomorrow would find her back with By… with Master helping him with his work. Or kneeling at his feet or sitting on his lap or perhaps lying…
Nope, so not going there!
Flipping onto her other side, she chose to believe that the tingling she was feeling was nothing more than residual sensation from all the day’s pampering. Hearing a phantom chuckle in her head, she punched her pillow, closed her eyes, and muttered for a certain cocky man to shut up.
7
Day Seven
“What do you want to eat tonight? Delivery service is coming tomorrow, so there isn’t a lot to choose from anymore,” Charlotte asked as she peered into the giant refrigerator.
They had a quiet day in Master’s office, and she enjoyed assisting him way more than taking care of a household.
I could use the tomatoes, garlic, and carrots for a spaghetti sauce. Did they have minced meat in the freezer?
“Do you like Italian food?”
“Kittycat.”
His rumbling voice sent tingles through her body, continued down her spine, took a roundabout at her breasts, making her nipples harden, and sprinted straight between her legs. She pressed her thighs together and gazed over her shoulder.
His attention was riveted to her bottom, and she realized too late how the sixties-style baby doll didn’t cover her ass. She snapped upright and bumped her head against a shelf. “Oomph.”
“Careful, Kittycat.” He pressed forward and with his front against her back, pulled open the freezer door, took out a bag of peas, and tossed it on the counter. He led her toward a stool at the breakfast nook and pressed her down.
Confused, she blinked and tipped her head back. “Do you want peas for dinner?”
“No, Kittycat.” He chuckled, rummaged through the drawer with the kitchen linen, and folded the peas into a tea towel. “The peas are for you. Put them on the lump on your head.”
Blinking back tears, she stared at the folded package. After Nana had died and Poppa’s health had taken a nosedive, no one had taken care of her.
“You know,” he tossed over his shoulder in a conversational tone as he walked across the floor, “ice works better when you put it on the swelling. Give me half an hour to arrange some things. I’ll put a new outfit on your bed.”
Tentatively, she pressed the ice against her head. Ouch!
“Why another outfit?”
“I’m taking you out for dinner.” After his baffling statement, he marched out of the kitchen, his phone against his ear before he passed the threshold.
Forcing herself not to fidget, Charlotte waited with Mr. Nolan in the line in front of the upscale restaurant. She wore a simple, but stylish black Givenchy minidress that left her shoulders bare and had a daring cut-out above her chest. The gray belted-cocoon wool coat Mr. Nolan had gallantly helped her into fit like it was custom-made for her.
She didn’t miss the admiring stares, and she guessed they made a good-looking couple. Mr. Nolan was in his tailored business suit with a dashing red tie and a neatly folded pocket square in the same color.
“Have you eaten here before?” Mr. Nolan kept her close to him as they advanced a few steps.
“I don’t think I have. But it’s crazy busy for a weekday, which I guess means the food is excellent.” She gave him a short smile and suddenly felt shy at the dark intent in his gaze. Forcing herself to turn her attention elsewhere, she went on her tiptoes to look over the line before them. Resigned, she sank back on her feet, realizing even on her toes she was too short to see those at the front.
To her frustration, she was unable to concentrate on anything but the intense sexual attraction between them, and her attention kept straying to the attractive well-dressed man beside her.
Forcing herself to turn away from him again after they shuffled forward for the third time, she watched the line behind them. Next to her, Mr. Nolan did the same and froze as if becoming a statue.
A tingling at the base of her spine alerted her something unpleasant was about to happen. A beautiful dark-haired woman with stunning blue eyes in a white leather minidress angled toward them.
“Byron.” Her voice dripped with familiarity, and she oozed sex appeal.
His mouth turned down, but he inclined his head. “Good evening, Kimberly.” His arm slid around Charlotte’s middle, and he curled his hand around her hip. The gesture was both protective and possessive.
Kimberly followed the movement, and anger flashed in her eyes. “I see it didn’t take you long to replace me.”
