Chapter Three
The silence that followed Luke’s grand revelations seemed to stretch on forever. He returned to the front of the desk, leaned his rear against the edge and finally said, as if making casual conversation with the neighbor. “So, did you kneel for him, nanny?”
She looked up, quietly replying: “Yes, I knelt for him.” She shuddered at the admission, and yet her arousal suddenly billowed like wildfire beneath her calm exterior. Beneath that, the seeds of anger and indignation had already been planted and had begun to grow in equal measure.
“Then you’ll kneel for me,” he returned, his voice haughty and cold.
Her heart skipped anxious beats. “You’ve got to be kidding!”
“This is no joke, Alexa.” She could see by the firm conviction on his lips that it was not.
“You mean now?”
