Chapter Ten - Bedwarmer?

Kane’s POV

“Chrissy will explain to you what I like.”

I kept thinking of the expression on Amy’s face when I told her that. She’d been pleased the inspection went well though chagrined when I bemoaned the lack of any sheets at all on the bed. Which led to me reminding her of the need to call on me later to see if I required her services.

She blushed so prettily and I wanted to see her do it more often.

Her stomach rumbled then and I informed her she must have regular meals to keep up her strength. The protest died on her lips as the implication sunk in and she lowered her lashes, verbally acknowledging she had been remiss.

I knew full well her breakfast must have been eaten on the go and that it was nearly 1500 hours. I often skipped lunch myself but that was through choice. If she realised that, my slave didn’t comment. Of course she did, otherwise she would have been obliged to serve me.

Amy was learning. I took that as a positive.

Her prompt arrival in the dining room was not the o