Chapter 14- Simone
Ms. Porter’s face looked extremely apprehensive at my words. Just a sliver of her white hair was out of place on her extremely neat head. Usually, her bun was tucked away at the nape of her neck. She was even wringing her hands.
“Master Lucien…he would be extremely angry,” she stated.
Her eyes darted past me and to my side. I had lured Fedor inside, thinking that it was too cold outside, even for a wolf. With plenty of beef jerky, he was now sitting by my side, stiff as a soldier. His quiet eyes had simply followed every move that Ms. Porter had made.
“Master Lucien will live,” I replied.
“And what about my job?”
“Don’t worry about it!”
“Ma’am, if I lose my job…”
My hand went to my hip and I titled my head. “Lucien isn’t going to fire you. They’re calling for a terrible winter mix outside. Go home. I’ll handle dinner for us.”
She turned and picked out the curtains. There was definitely ice beginning to fall. It seemed to click against the window like someone was throwing pebbles against it. The moment she relented, I knew. The tension in her shoulder slipped out.
“I’ll be back first thing in the morning,” she said sternly.
“And I’ll be waiting,” I grinned.
“Have a good evening dear,” she pulled on her coat.
Her kind eyes smiled in my direction but they darted to Fedor who had begun sniffing around the kitchen. She edged by and went out the side entrance of the kitchen. He looked up at the sound of the door slamming shut and then looked at me.
“Guess it's just us Fedor,” I stooped down and he came over.
Calmly, I scratched behind the wolf’s ears. He was in heaven and almost seemed to coo. It was strange because I had always wanted a dog but my mother had never let me have one. Now I had Fedor, a wolf to keep me company for as long as I occupied this place.
Standing up, I looked around the kitchen once more. After washing my hands I peered into the fridge and pulled out the vegetables and the meat. It had been ages since I had cooked for anyone. I myself lived on a diet of fast food. The greasier the better.
The knife moved mechanically in my hands as the carrots, onions, and celery were chopped into a colorful mixture. Gently, I scooped up the medley and dumped it into a pot of broth that was already simmering.
I cut off a small chunk of meat and tossed it to a waiting Fedor. “Don’t tell your master.”
“Don’t tell your master what?” Lucien’s dark and husky voice filled the room.
I didn’t’ want to look up, so I didn’t say anything. Heat was starting to fill my body and it wasn’t coming from the stove either.
He was suddenly behind me then. The smell of his cologne surrounded me. There was also the unmistakable smell of vodka. “I asked you a question.”
“I was being silly,” I replied.
He turned me then and forced me to look up into his eyes, my hand was still clutching the knife. Once again, the thought of stabbing him edged on the outer recesses of my mind.
“Little Angel,” he replied. “I can see where your thoughts go. There’s a little bit of darkness in you. I’m going to fuck it out you, I swear it on my life.”
His words sent a chill through me.
He had this effect on me.
I’d been celibate until….
Until he’d fucked you senseless ups against a glass window like a total slut,I thought.
“You should keep your dick to yourself…” I replied, still gripping the knife. “I’d hate for your appendage to wind up in the stew I’m making.”
