“Apologize for what?” He leaned in closer to me, his voice barely a whisper.
“For suggesting we… extend our scene. It was inappropriate, Sir. It won’t happen again.” I bowed my head.
“Has it been bothering you all night?” He lifted my chin but looked around as if our conversation might make someone uncomfortable. Sweat appeared on his upper lip.
“A little.” I shrugged.
Marcus sat back and rubbed his chin. It was an old man gesture that made him look sixty-two and not thirty-two.
“Well, perhaps at the beginning of our scene tonight, maybe a punishment is in order.” His voice returned to full volume. “What do you think, darling?”
“Yes, Sir.” I nodded.
“Good girl.” He whispered in my ear and then placed a chaste kiss on my cheek.
But when I looked up, his attention had turned to the cup of coffee placed in front of him.
He poured a bit of cream in the mug and blew on it before drinking half of it in one gulp.
“Master Evan and Jalen might be the couple of the trip.” I grabbed a napkin from my place setting and placed it on lap. “That’s so sweet how this cruise brought them back together.” I turned back to Marcus. “Seems like fate.”
“If you believe in things like that,” he whispered under his breath and stood up. “What are your plans for today?”
“Reading, getting some sun.” I looked up and shielded my eyes. “Maybe a nap is in order before tonight?”
“Let me think on the details of the scene.” His phone drew his attention again. “I’ll have Carol go over it with you prior to this evening.”
“And, the other thing we talked about.” I paused. His face went blank. “It’s on the table tonight, like we decided.”
He narrowed his eyes but then blinked and smiled. “Of course.” He patted me on the shoulder. “Eat all your breakfast, hun. I’ll see you tonight.”
I watched him walk away. He didn’t glance back once.
Chapter Seven
Zachariah
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“Fuck,” I moaned, watching him place his lips on her skin. My sub’s skin. It made me want to tear the fucking monitor off the fucking wall. He knew I had eyes everywhere and he would be answering for his disrespect.
“Carol!” I stepped back into the main room of my office.
“Yes, Sir?”
How did she always appear like out of nowhere? She was the epitome of reliable and discreet.
“I want the fucker in my office in two minutes.”
Knowing exactly who I was speaking about, she gave me a curt nod. If her expression was any indication, she wasn’t fond of the southern fucker either.
But my Lucinda was.
Fuck.
I flipped the camera and zoomed in. He left her alone to enjoy her breakfast. My heart raced and a satisfaction settled over me knowing she continued to feel our scene on her backside. I’d made sure it would last.
Marcus was clueless. At least Master Evan realized her discomfort, and she seemed to appreciate that. My sub needed to be comforted. I stood up. I didn’t want her to eat alone, but of course I couldn’t join her.
