Gifts

Chapter 17 – Freedom and Dominion–1

The next morning, Kent is working in his office when a knock comes at the door.

“Come in,” he calls, hardly paying attention.

The door creeks open but no one says anything. Annoyed, Kent looks up, ready to tell whatever captain or guard was coming to report to get on with it and stop wasting his time.

To his surprise, though, Fay stands in the doorway. Kent leans back in his chair with a smirk, curious. What on earth could she

want now?

“Yes?” he asks.

“Um, can I come in?” she says, anxiously playing with her hair.

“I already told you to come in, Fay,” he says evenly. Annoyed, she drops her hair and takes two steps into the room, pushing the door closed behind her. Then, she leans against the wall, a

little afraid.

Like a kitten in a tiger’s cage. Kent can’t help but smile at the sight of her.

Today she’s wearing brown riding boots over tight jeans, a green cashmere sweater on top. The green brings out the cream of her complexion, the fire of her hair. As he knew it would.

She starts to play with her hair again, and Kent decides that he likes it down better than up. He makes a mental note to tell the housekeeper to leave it down more often.

“Yesss…?” Kent prompts, impatient.

“I just wanted to talk. About last night.” She hesitates again. “Is it safe to talk in here? About…”

He sighs and gives her a little glare. “Yes, Fay. Go ahead.”

“I just wanted to offer, again, to help. In whatever way I can. I’m happy to offer my services.”

“Your…services,” he says, letting his eyes rove over her body as much as they want to, deliberately trying to be lewd. If he embarrasses her, she’ll give up, he thinks. As she’s done before.

She blushes deliciously – he feels a stirring within himself, watching her squirm – and then stands up straight.

she says. “I could council you, offer some

the papers on the desk as if they’re more interesting and

liking the fire he sees in her when she gets pissed off,

pushing so hard for this,” he asks, leaning back in his chair, studying her. He’s

– Freedom

Take away

Fay,” he says,

sigh and open the door to leave.

tight jeans were a good choice, he notes.

of the surveillance footage in his house. A few clicks allow him to focus the cameras on her, following her path as she goes back up the stairs towards her room. She surprises him, though, by passing her

the hallway –

gives a little hum of interest, leaning back

smiles at her,

in

chance to think about it too much, he leans over to the intercom on his desk, pressing number 8 for his own bedroom. “Fiona?” he

answers. “Hey

down to

on Daniel’s

edge

and green that match Daniel’s eyes, but there’s very little personal decoration – not much

do you guys do all day, here?” She asks, suddenly wondering about Daniel’s life as an only child in a mafia

shrugs. “I mostly stay in here,” he says, nodding to his computer and the several bookcases

bored?” She wonders, sitting

says, laughing a little.

to leave?” She asks, studying her handsome

her questions. “But we can’t leave now. Not

sighs, disappointed, and falls back

“Once everything dies down, once we’re married, we’ll

response, but he

for what we have. We actually like each other’s company and we have all the money in the world at our disposal. Soon

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