Chapter 3

Outside the door, Carter raised a hand to touch the spot where he'd been kissed, his gaze deep and mysterious.

I meant what I said. Over the next few days, I came up with all kinds of ways to order Carter around.

I even insisted he call me "Master." But he always ignored me and did whatever he wanted.

He had to get up at six every morning to make me breakfast, and every day it had to be something new, tailored to my tastes.

While I was at work, he was stuck at home, taking care of the cleaning…