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Adam left her to sundresses, the mahogany spinet piano, a hundred pages of new sheet music that were quickly strewn about the floor, and the decision about submitting to him. He was kind and friendly, and in leaving not at all dictatorial sounding—even as much as he’d already been with her. Only his parting shot reminded her of what loomed before her with this man, left to tease and manipulate her mind while he was gone.
“You leave here, I will whip you, whether you want more or not,” he said with his eyes looking as penetrating as she’d ever seen them. “And I won’t be kind, Eden Rose.”
“Yes, sir,” she said giving him a friendly smile and a nervous salute. She was wearing one of Leanna’s dresses, a soft purple, almost lavender. With lots of fabric to gather in her hands, it swi
