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Sir smiled, shaking Baron’s hand firmly. “Fortunately, Hope is at an age now where we feel comfortable leaving her with others. So, until Brie is pregnant again and can no longer work alongside me, we will commit what time we can to your program.”
“That’s wonderful!” Candy cried, smiling at Brie.
Captain got up and walked over to them, first shaking Sir’s hand and then Brie’s. “This is excellent news. Excellent! I look forward to observing your lessons with our students.”
Brie’s stomach jumped a little at the thought of Captain observing them. It was silly since she’d grown used to being critiqued as a student at the Center and was an experienced sub now.
How funny that she was even worried…
With Sir as her partner, she had no reason to feel anxious. He had proven that when they had scened in front of the sadists in Russia, at a time when she was still relatively new to the lifestyle.
“No one else in the room matters…”
Sir had told her that then, and it held true even now.
Brie looked at her Master with confidence. “With Sir leading the demonstration, I am certain it will be a success.”
“I, for one, am glad to hear that you will be taking on a teaching role again, Sir Davis,” Mr. Gallant said. “You have a natural predisposition for it.”
Sir inclined his head to him. “Coming from you, Gallant, I appreciate that.”
Mr. Gallant’s oldest daughter stepped into the room, announcing, “Dinner is almost ready.”
He smiled proudly. “Thank you, Kalisha.”
As they all made their way into the formal dining room, Brie saw Nyah was almost finished setting the table. The child was so precise in the placement of each piece of silverware that Brie found it endearing.
“What a lovely table,” she complimented the girl.
Nyah grinned at her. “Thank you, Mrs. Davis. I like it to look perfect for our guests.”
When they were all seated, Ena came out with a large tray of prime rib roast, which she gracefully set down next to Mr. Gallant.
The roast was huge!
Kalisha followed behind her mother, carrying a bowl of whipped potatoes.
Ena stated proudly, “Kalisha made the potatoes herself.” She looked at Mr. Gallant proudly. “I think they are her best yet, husband.”
Smiling, he looked over at his daughter. “I can’t wait to taste them.”
Kalisha beamed at her father as she set the bowl on the table and took her seat.
Mr. Gallant picked up the carving knife and began slicing the roast.
“I felt a special dinner was in order,” Mr. Gallant stated once he’d finished cutting the meat. He looked at each person sitting at the table. “To call such quality people our friends seems a good reason to celebrate.”
Each piece of prime rib practically filled up a plate by itself. When Ena handed Brie hers, Brie stared at it, silently wondering how she could possibly finish all of it.
“Don’t worry about eating it all, Mrs. Davis,” Ena assured her.
Brie heard Candy let out a breath of relief and glanced over at her, smiling knowingly. There was no way either of them could finish even half of it.
“If you have any scraps left over, we’ll be happy to take them home to our dogs. I know they will appreciate it,” Captain told Mr. Gallant.
“Wonderful,” he answered. “I hate to see good meat go to waste.”
Brie picked up her fork and went for the potatoes Kalisha made first. They were surprisingly smooth and creamy, with just the right seasoning to complement the steak. “Kalisha, these potatoes are amazing! I never knew mashed potatoes could be so light and creamy.”
