His eyes locked on mine in a way that said I was testing him and I definitely shouldn’t.
“Sorry for questioning you, my Lord and Master,” I muttered, shoving more of Edwina’s delicious French toast into my mouth, deciding if I gained one hundred pounds (which I could, no sweat), he wouldn’t want me anymore.
“I think I explained how I feel about your sarcastic titles, Leah,” Lucien reminded me.
I looked at him and chewed.
After I swallowed, I informed him, “You said I couldn’t call you ‘oh Great Master’.”
He watched me for a long moment before he spoke.
“You are correct,” he allowed. “So now I’ll tell you I won’t tolerate any of your sarcastic titles.”
I twirled my fork in the air, looking down at my plate, saying, “Whatever.”
More silence then Lucien folded the paper and threw it on the table. I looked up, hopeful he was finished so I could put in action the plan I’d hatched in the bathroom.
He was watching me. “A package will arrive today,” he started and I nodded because his plate was clean and I took this as a good sign. “You’ll be wearing what’s in the package when I arrive home tonight.”
My mind was skittering across a thousand images of me in different types of bondage gear. Therefore I missed his swift movement from seated to standing and pulling my chair around so he could lean into me, a hand on each arm.
“Did you hear me?”
I glared at him and replied acidly, “Yes, darling.”
Something flashed in his eyes, something strange, something that looked like exhilaration.
His eyes dropped to my mouth and he murmured, “I like that.”
“What?”
“You calling me ‘darling’.”
What an idiot I was!
I decided instantly never to call him that again.
He read my mind, his hand came to my neck and he ordered, “I want you to call me that from now on.”
“You’re ordering me to call you ‘darling’?” I asked with disbelief.
“Yes.”
“That’s crazy!” I protested.
“You’ll do it,” he demanded.
I looked to the ceiling and muttered, “I’m such an idiot.”
Since I was looking at the ceiling, his mouth brushing mine came as a surprise. When my eyes rolled to his, I could see close up his were smiling.
“You’re adorable,” he whispered.
And with that, he left.
And with that, I was left with wondering how I could detest a being so much and still feel a little thrill at his calling me adorable and his giving me a brush on the lips.
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