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.

I mean, Kent,” she says. “I could council

back to the papers

back at her, liking the fire he sees in her when she gets pissed off, God, but he loves to stir

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

17 – Freedom and

the deepening of his smile. Take away his favorite new

your offer, Fay,” he says, “but again.

turns back to his papers, deliberately ignoring her until he hears her sigh and open the door to leave. As he

good choice, he

his computer which holds all of the surveillance footage in his house. A few clicks allow him to focus

down the hallway

back in his chair as he watches her tap gently on Daniel’s door.

at her, inviting her in. The girl

that’s roiling in

leans over to the intercom on his desk, pressing number 8

she answers. “Hey baby,” she purrs.

come down to my office, please?”

on Daniel’s bed,

he asks, sitting on the edge next to her. “Are you alright?”

that match Daniel’s eyes, but there’s very

here?” She asks, suddenly wondering about

computer and the several bookcases full of

She wonders, sitting

says, laughing a little.

to leave?” She

realizing the direction of her questions.

and falls back against his

everything dies down, once we’re married, we’ll have like…complete freedom. We can go back to the bookshops…maybe to Paris…” he gives her a

he

company and we have all the money in the world at our disposal.

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