irs, breakfast was already on the table: f

. He'd clearly had a sleepless night. When he saw her,

picking up her phone. She di

ling to grace my morning?" Leo's flamboyan

heard the unfamiliar man's voice, the

ght and cheerful. "Leo, clear my af

!" Leo's voice was laced with a smile. "But seriously,

Situation at home? Who wa

rora said vaguely, then chatted with Leo about some i

ile he had failed to earn last night. A s

d his dark expression, his lips

action through her, washing away the last remnants of her bad mood. Controll

pour a little more

ed, her voice dripping with mock sweetness.

like daggers on the phone

hair. She walked over to him and hooked a fing

hroat. He could smell the faint, clean scent of her sk

tions on his face," she murmured, her

, "If you 'serve' me well, and make me happy, I might consider giving

lian's mind. For a sixteen-year-old boy

eyes grew wide with a flustered panic. She released his chin an

eart hammering. He replaye

e'll spend more time with him = he c

rfect sense in his s

nd cleaning were just basic duties. That wasn't e

rom the dregs of his adolescent

inished her bath and was drying

came at her

assuming it was the houseke

around his hips. Water droplets trickled down the hard planes of his abdomen. H

e hairdryer clattering to the flo

and resolve. He knelt before her on one knee, looked up, and

revealing a broad expanse of skin, while the firm lines of his muscles stretched inward from his knees. Beneat