Page 26 of Taken By Him

Chapter Ten

Dominik

Kasia is lost in a book beneath the weeping willow in the yard. She’s settled herself into a lawn chair that had been dragged into the shade. There are no tread marks in the grass.

“Did you bring this out here by yourself?” I interrupt her reading as soon as I’m in her earshot.

She looks up from her kindle, shading her eyes with her hand.

“No. One of your big, strong men did it for me.”

She’s trying to goad me into an argument, but it won’t work. Not at the moment. We have more important things to discuss.

“There’s an umbrella on the patio, you don’t have to come all the way over here to sit in the shade.”

“I like sitting under the trees or in the rose garden. But there’s less shade there though, until after lunch.” I’m surprised by how much she says. It’s been all two or three word answers so far.

Tommy shows up with another chair in hand and places it beside me. Margaret at his side.

“Here’s your tea, Kasia.” Margaret waits for Tommy to put the small folding table down beside her then puts down a steaming cup of tea.

“I would have come in for it...” Kasia sits up straighter in her chair. “Thank you.”

“It’s no trouble at all. Tommy was looking bored anyway.” Margaret gives me a quick glance. “Would you like something while you’re out here?”

“No. Thank you,” I say with a small nod.

“I don’t mean to be any trouble,” Kasia tells me when the pair have walked away.

“Making a cup of tea isn’t any trouble. I’m sure she’s glad for someone to do things for.” I sit down in the chair Tommy brought out for me, and stare at her for a moment. She’s brushed her hair out and swept it into a side ponytail. The soft pink sundress she’s wearing is a modern cut with a low neckline, but not low enough to show me much more than the curve of her breasts.

She must sense me staring at her, and tugs down the hem of her dress. It’s a modest dress, even with it hiked up a bit with her legs crossed she’s not giving me a glimpse at anything. After last night I don’t need to see what she has between those sweet thighs of hers. I can still taste her on my tongue.

“Did you close my bedroom door last night?” she asks.

I bring my eyes up to hers. “Yes. When I went to bed, I checked in on you then closed it.” She’d burrowed herself so far under the quilt, I had to go up to the bed to be sure it was her hair poking out and not some makeshift dummy. The woman sleeps too heavily. The house could have burned down around her, and she wouldn’t have noticed.

“Thank you.” She scratches her calf. “For closing it.”

I nod. I didn’t think she was thanking me for the spanking. But now that we’re on that subject.

“How are you today?” I ask, wiggling my finger at her bottom.

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