“You eat meat?”
“Did you think fairies were vegan?”
“I don’t know, tree-hugging, nature loving types, yeah.”
“Well, I’m pretending this is grass-fed, sustainably farmed meat. Don’t disillusion me.”
“With the amount of meat I eat, there’s no way I could afford grass-fed beef, especially when my tenants don’t pay their rent.”
His enthusiasmover the meal gratified her. She really did not want him mad at her, especially considering the whole master/slave game he played.
“So what is your idea for slave duties? Cooking and cleaning?”
Cade continued to wolf his meal down with enthusiasm. “For starters. And I want to hear your plan for fixing my feet.”
She drew in a deep breath. “Well…”
His eyes narrowed. “You don’t have a clue, do you?”
She slumped in her chair. “Not really.”
“Not really, what?”
She looked up, confused. He wiped his mouth on a napkin. “Not really…?” He put a hand to his ear.
“Master!” she exclaimed, finally understanding him. “Not really, Master.”
“That’s the last time I let you off with a warning. Only because you just made the best meal of my life.”
His dominance made her squirm, but his praise warmed her entire body.
He blinked, looking up at the lights. “Did it just get brighter in here?”
“Oh,” she said, shrinking in her chair. “No. I didn’t see anything.”
“Faye,” he said with a perplexed tone, “come here.”
She lifted her eyes and he nodded, as if to confirm he really wanted her to stand up and go to him.
Dabbing the corners of her mouth with her napkin, she slid her chair back and walked to his side of the table, her heart picking up speed.
He turned sideways in his seat and pulled her by the waist to stand between his knees. “Did you just lie to me?”
The muscles of her pelvic floor contracted and she shifted on her feet. How would she survive living under the same roof as Cade Lupus and keep her virginity? The man oozed dominance, and she found it attractive. No, more than attractive—magnetic. She nibbled on her lower lip, considering how to answer him.
“Look at me.” His tone was coaxing, rather than harsh.
She looked up at him from under her lashes.
“Did you make the lights get brighter?”
Her face grew warm. “Yeah, that sometimes happens.”
“Why does it happen?” He gazed at her with avid interest, making it impossible for her to stop flushing.
She shrugged, her eyes sliding away.
“Look at me. Was it because I praised you?”
