Chapter Six
When Katherine answered the soft knock on her bedroom door after lunch that afternoon and found Inge waiting there quietly, she blushed fiercely. Her first thought was that the cook somehow had seen her mistress spying through the keyhole that afternoon as she writhed, naked and sweating, beneath Vaclav’s straining body. But that was almost impossible, she realized.
And even if Inge had seen her, what would the servant say? Would she dare accuse Katherine after the things the cook had done? Katherine tried to reassure herself. No, Inge must have had some other reason for the unusual visit to her mistress.
“Please come in, Inge,” Katherine said finally. She let the woman in and closed the deeply paneled wooden door quietly behind her.
“Thank you, miss,” the cook replied. Her
