Page 176 of Brie's Submission
“I assumed it was a command only meant for the moment.” She bit her lip to stop it from trembling. Once Brie had regained her composure, she added, “I never meant to disobey you, Sir. Please know that.”
“I accept your apology. See that it does not happen again.”
“Never, Sir.”
“Never is a long time, my little sub. Do not be quick to use such words.”
She looked at the table again, crushed to be failing so badly on her first morning with him. A glutton for punishment, she asked, “How did I fail you the third way, Sir?”
“You did not ask what I wanted for breakfast, or if I wanted breakfast at all.”
Her shoulders slumped in defeat, but she quickly straightened them, not wanting to offend him further. “I was foolish not to ask, Sir.”
“There is something you should know.”
She looked up at him sheepishly. “What, Sir?”
“I hate eggs.”
Her jaw dropped and she squeaked, “You do?” How could it be that her Master hated the only thing she knew how to cook well?
Sir crinkled his nose. “The smell makes me nauseous and now my whole apartment reeks.”
She sat in stunned silence, feeling sick to her stomach.
“Do not fret, téa. I only punish willful disobedience. Today I was curious what you would do. In your eagerness to please, you forgot your training.”
She closed her eyes. “Yes. You’re right, Sir.”
“Of course I am,” he answered.
She snuck a peek and was relieved to see his expression was relaxed, not angry. When he motioned Brie to his lap, she literally jumped up and ran to him. He gathered her into his arms, and chuckled. “When Marquis told me the only things he was able to teach you to cook were an omelet and spaghetti, I had to laugh.”
“Don’t tell me you hate spaghetti, too?” she whimpered.
“I am not a fan of tomatoes.”
“Oh…” she said dejectedly. Brie rested her chin on his strong shoulder and sighed. “You are going to starve because of my cooking.”
His answer was quick. “No. Unlike you, I know how to cook.”
She gasped, but noted the glint in his eye. “I’d say that is below the belt, Sir.”
“It’s the ugly truth.”
Brie grabbed her stomach and grunted loudly. “It hurts, it hurts…”
Sir swatted her bottom. “You are fortunate I do not eat breakfast. Thankfully, that is one less meal you can ruin.”
She basked in Sir’s playful mood and traced his masculine jaw before kissing him. “Thank you, Sir, for hating breakfast. Is there any way I can make up for my lack of culinary talent?”
He furrowed his brow, stating, “No. There is nothing you can do to make up for your atrocious cooking skills.”
She pouted prettily, smoothing out the wrinkles from his frown with her fingertips. “Are you sure?”
He snorted. “You will find your feminine charms have little effect on your Master.”
Brie gave up and buried her head in his chest, mumbling, “I guess I’m hopeless.”
